April 8, 2014

A river runs through me
A river runs through me

It looks like I arranged those stones so artfully.  I didn’t.  Nature did, the water did.

Barefoot on the beach.  No sweater.  Short sleeves.  It’s warming up.  We found a pale green egg-shaped stone.  Just right for spring, eh?

Passover is coming.  The Red Sea parted?  Maybe,  but the river runs through me.

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