I take it and slip it over my shoulder. "I saw old women weaving them, when I was in South America. It takes twenty spools of thread to make this pattern."
"Truth's like that", she says, or it's what I think she says, but by then she has left the room.
--Jodi, Picoult, My Sister's Keeper
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in the wake of light, your words bring me more(please, do leave your fingerprints behind, so I may relish the image of our hands after you go.)