“A place that ever was lived in is like a fire that
never goes out. It flares up, it smolders for a time, it is fanned or smothered
by circumstance, but its being is intact, forever fluttering within it, the
result of some original ignition. Sometimes it gives out glory, sometimes its
little light must be sought out to be seen, small and tender as a candle flame,
but as certain.”—Eudora Welty, Some Notes on River Country (1944)
(The accompanying photo of the Eudora Welty House in
Jackson, Miss., was the Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist-short story writer’s
home for nearly 80 years. It’s now listed on the National Register of Historic
Places.)
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