When I think of my wife, I always think of her head. The shape of it, to begin with. The very first time I saw her, it was the back of the head I saw, and there was something lovely about it, the angles of it. Like a shiny, hard corn kernel or a riverbed fossil. She had what the Victorians would call a finely shaped head. You could imagine the skull quite easily. ~ Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl
M. K. Waller 
ha… loved it.
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🙂 Thanks for visiting and commenting.
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What a beautiful quote, Kathy. it is the small, intimate details that make real joy, I am convinced.
By the way: the blog looks stunning!
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Unfortunately, after a few pages, this quote becomes much less beautiful. A foreshadowing of evil.
Thanks for your comment about the blog. I saw another stunning blog and just had to steal it. You’ll never guess which one. But I’ll never come up to the standard of the photos there.
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interesting post 😀
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Thank you. Gone Girl is my most recent read. If you’ll forgive the phraseology.
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