Same job, different uniform.

Monday, February 26, 2007

As I plan for a move, a move with an air of permenance, I stumble across this little gem in my sister's email signature. I wonder how I missed it the first time.

"To the outside world we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other's hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time."

~ Clara Ortega

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