History and memory churn whitewater rapids around my knees. I stand still and the river is an ever-changing stranger.
TrackBack URL for this entry:
http://www.typepad.com/services/trackback/6a00d83451a06969e2011571a615a0970b
This is only a preview. Your comment has not yet been posted.
As a final step before posting your comment, enter the letters and numbers you see in the image below. This prevents automated programs from posting comments.
Having trouble reading this image? View an alternate.
Comments