"[w]hat was any art but ... a sheath, a mould in which to imprison for a moment the shining, elusive element which is life itself - life hurrying past us and running away, too strong to stop, too sweet to lose." - Willa Cather, Song of the Lark
Thursday, December 08, 2005
Carte blanche
I spend waaaaay too much time finding the perfect birthday cards for people, and matching the cards in the holiday card sets to the people who will be receiving them. =) But it's fun! Cards always scream people's names at me!
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