Pebbles and marbles, like things on my mind, seem to get lost and harder to find. When I am alone, I am inclined if I find a pebble in the sand to think that it fell from my hand. --Phish
Sunday, April 3, 2011
Skiing
Earlier this year I went cross country skiing with Sean. It was dark on the top of Mt. Spokane, and all I could hear was the whine of my skis and the huffing of my breath. The stars were breathtaking. It was the first time I have had the experience of looking up and feeling as if I were standing on the bottom of the world, about to fall into space.
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