“As she leaves, I wonder if I said goodbye. If she did. So many of these unfinished and fleeting moments pinned, stitched, patched together in a never-whole recollection.” WomenHistory Book:One Illumined Thread Source: One Illumined Thread
“After rain, when the cloud is still low, the hard edges of Florence are softened like Leonardo's sfumato. Smoky lines transforming from shadow to a light that appears as if cast through white silk, so that it falls about the city in a cloud-tinted mist.” WomenLossHistorical Book:One Illumined Thread Source: One Illumined Thread