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, March 10, 2006

Can't argue with logic like that

John was asking me about quicksand, and what it was.

I tried to explain it was very loose, watery sand, and we couldn't stand on it, like at the beach.

So then he asks, "What's slow sand?"

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