"She plays the notes like a winging, like a long leaving, like standing at the edge of what once was and witnessing the losing of something pure and prayed for. It is like Asia weeping, like a sky crying. 'This one,' I turn to her at the piano, 'it always makes me hurt just a bit, Hope.' Is it the beauty of the song?' "
(Ann Voskamp ... "Holy Experience")
(Photo taken in my sister Bonnie's yard)