There's hope left in these dusty chords. There's a song left in our rusty hearts. We are torn and frayed but love remains.

When you do good by the world, the world will do good by you

Beauty flees,”[...]Will you no longer be you? Your body is only clothing. Your flesh will wither, but you are your heart and mind, and they do not change except to grow stronger.

I loved the Little Lulu stories, where she would fantasize that her bedroom rug would turn into a pool of water, and she could dive down into the center of the world.

Written By Lynn Johnston

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