which gave the impression of a delicate picture with much too heavy a frame. and her lovely gray eyes were surrounded by thick lashes that must have been striking on her father, but in her case only made her look startled.
my mother always said she'd married my father because she had too much water in her personality and he had too much wood in his. people who knew my father understood right away what she was talking about. water flows from place to place quickly and always finds a crack to spill through. wood, on the other hand, holds fast to the earth. in my father's case this was a 