Peace Like A River


It was a wide river, mistakable for a lake or even an ocean unless you'd been wading and knew its current. Somehow I'd crossed it... Now I saw the stream regrouped below, flowing on through what might've been vineyards, pastures, orhards... It flowed between and alongside the rivers of people; from here it was no more than a silver wire winding toward the city. - Leif Enger, Peace Like A River

Friday, January 17, 2003

Hello! Welcome to my entrance into the wild and woolly world of weblogs. Here, I will bore your socks off as I muse about this and that. Actually, this will just be a place where I can post news about our family, or what is going on in our corner of the world. Come back often!

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