Color Testing Thread 2.0
Nov 2, 2013 12:04:31 GMT -5
Post by arx!! on Nov 2, 2013 12:04:31 GMT -5
[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,30,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: d8ac7d; border: FFFFFF solid 0px; width: 190px; padding: 10 10 10 10px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;] “She could not fathom the hexagonal miracle of snowflakes formed from clouds, crystallized fern and feather that tumble down to light on a coat sleeve, white stars melting even as they strike. How did such force and beauty come to be in something so small and fleeting and unknowable? You did not have to understand miracles to believe in them ... To believe, perhaps you had to cease looking for explanations and instead hold the little thing in your hands as long as you were able before it slipped like water between your fingers. (kindle location 2950)” ― Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child - text - emphasis - other - other speech - speech | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=style, background-image: url(http://i43.tinypic.com/2qk2b90.jpg); border: FFFFFF solid 0px; width: 65px; padding: 0 0 0 0px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;] | [atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dcb387; border: FFFFFF solid 0px; width: 190px; padding: 10 10 10 10 px; border-radius: 0px 0px 0px 0px;] “All her life she had believed in something more, in the mystery that shape-shifted at the edge of her senses. It was the flutter of moth wings on glass and the promise of river nymphs in the dappled creek beds. It was the smell of oak trees on the summer evening she fell in love, and the way dawn threw itself across the cow pond and turned the water to light.” ― Eowyn Ivey, The Snow Child - text - emphasis - other - other speech - speech |
eh .. workin on it[/center]