The continuing story of a father/husband/artist/caregiver.
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Tuesday, January 29, 2008
In the middle of winter in the middle of the herb garden three stones wait for Spring Each dawn they look up and note the sun. They watch it climb across the sky It's highest post and then Down to the red horizon Not yet Not yet.