strong & beautiful is our sister abigail
her imagination is a deep well, mystical & clear that is dug into the sky, even beyond, into the heavens. she used to, does she still? imagine that God carved those He loved, those who faded away from human history, into the stones, into the mountains, as His own secret, precious memorial to them. i like abbie. i miss her telling wild, imaginative stories.
Happy Birthday soon!
i remember this post. see the last photo? she was right :)