we sang our strongest voices and the warmth and nearness of other people thawed my unbeliever's heart and i too saw god through the frost. the plain windows were trellised with frost and the stone floor that received our knees had the coldness of the grave. the oldest were dignified with smiling faces and the children, some of whom were so poor that they kept their hands warm in bandages, grew angel hair.
the queen of heaven looked down.
from the church came the roar of the last hymn. what gave them this joy? what made cold and hungry people so sure that another year could only be better? you play, you win, you play, you lose. you play. it's playing that's irresistible. dicing from one year to the next with the things you love, what you risk reveals what you value ... does it matter whom you lose to, if you lose?
one has already drowned, but what is one death in the midst of so much life?
-- winterson
i cannot effuse enough but winterson's an english sorceress and her pen a dazzling magic wand.
trust me. i'm telling you stories.
the queen of heaven looked down.
from the church came the roar of the last hymn. what gave them this joy? what made cold and hungry people so sure that another year could only be better? you play, you win, you play, you lose. you play. it's playing that's irresistible. dicing from one year to the next with the things you love, what you risk reveals what you value ... does it matter whom you lose to, if you lose?
one has already drowned, but what is one death in the midst of so much life?
-- winterson
i cannot effuse enough but winterson's an english sorceress and her pen a dazzling magic wand.
trust me. i'm telling you stories.
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