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By Belinda

"When generations meet and blend, old and young hearts meet as friends"

That is the quote beneath this beautiful painting in the dining room at the Guelph Bible Conference Grounds, where I am at the moment, at Write! Canada.
I asked permission to take a photo of it and had to share it here so that you, too, might enjoy it! I love it for reasons that will be obvious to readers of this blog!:)

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Susan said…
I was out riding very early this morning and I was thinking as the gravel crunched underneath the tires of my bike and I sailed past fields of tall green wheat and sprouting corn, that when I'm on my bike I'm never more than about ten years old on the inside.

So it's not hard for me to "get" the connection between young and old.

I love the picture... The grandmother looks like my own Grandma Daub. I like the quilt too!

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