There is the truth of history, and there is the truth of what a person remembers. As {she} sat at the edge of {the lake}, memory blossoms floated unbounded, as though breathed, no words spoken. Like birds that fly across national borders, between countries at war at each other.
About This Quote
About Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere
Rebecca Wells, Little Altars Everywhere.
Themes
- Truth — Meditations on honesty, authenticity, and the search for truth