By: Dave V (offline) Monday, May 01 2017 @ 08:45 PM EDT (Read 297 times)
One of those months from h e double hockey sticks. First my basement was flooded by the main city line backing up. Then the transmission goes on the truck following a real bad cold. Hoping this trend is done. I have to go fishing soon
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.