Friday, April 6, 2007

"Wisteria is the only thing me and Daddy ever aruge about. I say the flower is purple and he says it's blue. I tell him I don't see how anyone can hate a flower that's so beautiful and smells so sweet. Daddy says he don't understand how anyone can love a vine that wraps itself around every limb on a tree like it wants to choke the life out of it."
(from BLUE by Joyce Moyer Hostetter)

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