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

Monday, October 24, 2005

How did Blog of the Week go this week?

0 - 4!!!


(Fellow MOBster Hammerswing75 takes home the hardware. Well done, Uncle Ben!)


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