River Birch

River Birch

~My Back Yard

I wonder what a soul…a person’s soul…would look like,’ said Priscilla dreamily. ‘Like that, I should think,’ answered Anne, pointing to a radiance of sifted sunlight streaming through a birch tree. ‘Only with shape and features of course. I like to fancy souls as being made of light. And some are all shot through with rosy stains and quivers…and some have a soft glitter like moonlight on the sea…and some are pale and transparent like mist at dawn.
~Lucy Maud Montgomery

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