By: Dave V (offline) Monday, December 28 2015 @ 07:43 PM EST (Read 1086 times)
Santa read my mind. He brought me some nice Patagonia sweaters to keep me toasty during my fishing trips. I hope he was generous to all of you as well.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.
Santa read my mind. He brought me some nice Patagonia sweaters to keep me toasty during my fishing trips. I hope he was generous to all of you as well.
Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was
cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time.
On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words,
and some of the words are theirs.