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, January 17, 2006

Happy Birthday, Mom!

Happy Birthday, Mom!!! Hope you're having a good time with the gang in IL. Say hi to the folks in TN for me as well when you get there!

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