"I am weaving at a loom with a spindle of hopes and dreams. And no matter, Mother, how lovely the pattern - no matter how many gorgeous colors I use, - always the center of it is ... you know, ... just a little house in a garden and red firelight ... and the man I love ... and children ... and happiness. For me, Mother, that's the end of all dreaming."
— Sep 24, 2026 07:00PM
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