Wednesday, February 25, 2009
You were there...
A s I sat there, way up there by the cliff, I could see all, green waters dansing to the music of my soul, running through the river bed, way down in that hole, dragging with them everything that the forest had shed plus the fish and the stones going along for the trip. I could see the hills thick with woods, all around me, tall and steep, small gnarled oaks clinging to their rocks and slender poplars, gleaming in the light of the setting sun, growing along the river side like a wall. I, drank...
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