My name is Liz.
Indiana/ Atlanta/ Narnia.
Dreamer.Adventurer.
Baker. Photographer.
Christ follower.

Handmade things.
Coffee.Tea.Reading.
Antique stores.
Old hymns. Pretty dresses.
Countryside.
Kindred spirits.
lizabethrussell@gmail.com

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Jan

14

The books or the music in which we thought the beauty was located will betray us if we trust to them; it was not in them, it only came through them, and what came through them was long­ing. These things—the beauty, the mem­ory of our own past—are good images of what we really desire; but if they are mis­taken for the thing itself they turn into dumb idols, break­ing the hearts of their wor­shipers. For they are not the thing itself; they are only the scent of a flower we have not found, the echo of a tune we have not heard, news from a coun­try we have never yet visited.
 
                                                                          C.S. Lewis

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