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

Tuesday, August 09, 2005

Happy Anniversary!!!

Happy Anniversary, Mom and Dad! Congratulations on Number 40!! (My abject apologies for not talking to you on the 6th.)

A big milestone! Here's to 40 more!

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