Laura Frances

Her Talent Was As Natural As The Pattern That Was Made By The Dust On A Butterfly's Wings. At One Time She Understood It No More Than The Butterfly Did And She Did Not Know When It Was Brushed Or Marred. Later She Became Conscious Of Her Damaged Wings And Their Construction And She Learned To Think And Could Not Fly Any More Because The Love Of Flight Was Gone And She Could Only Remember When It Had Been Effortless. - To Paraphrase Hemingway! read less