My life is a crystal teardrop. There are snowflakes falling in the teardrop and little figures trudging in slow motion. — Joan Baez Copy Share Image
“The tiny snowflakes seemed not to be falling at all, just hovering in the air. So few flakes and so minute, it was as if God had reached into his pockets and emptied out his lint and dust. And that… — Holliday Vann Copy Share Image
