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22 November 2007 

"it seems that my grandmother did not consider leaving. she had lived her whole life in Fingerbone. and though she never spoke of it, and no doubt seldom thought of it, she was a religious woman. that is to say that she conceived of life as a road down which one traveled, and easy enough road through a broad country, and that one's destination was there from the very beginning, a measured distance away, standing in the ordinary light like some plain house where she went in and was greeted by respectable people and was shown to a room where everything one had ever lost or put aside was gathered together, waiting."

marilynne robinson, housekeeping, pg. 10