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
3 Comments:
At Mon Oct 24, 08:45:00 PM, hammerswing75 said…
Thanks Jeff. I just got home from a long day of work and it has made my day. You'll be getting it next week!
At Tue Oct 25, 10:37:00 AM, Doug said…
I'll keep voting for you anyway.
At Tue Oct 25, 06:24:00 PM, Jeff said…
Thanks, Doug. *sniff* I'm a little verklempt...
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