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Wednesday, July 14, 2010 • Randy Kilgore • Hope
A thousand strands of time-each with its own collection of sights, smells and sounds-spin themselves to form it, this thing called place. When we're most troubled, our souls tend to find some way to carry us back to it. Those thousand strands-moments, we call them-form a tapestry of remembrance that serves as an anchor to our soul.