as some strings, untouched, sound when no one is speaking. So it was when love slipped inside us.
Come, Thief: PoemsTime is a slippery thing: lose hold of it once, and its string might sail out of your hands forever.
All the Light We Cannot SeeEven when the strings are broken in our lives, the sweet music plays on in our hearts.
Simple Reminders: Inspiration for Living Your Best Life