Monday, August 25, 2008

Beauty, relaxation and he never stops

- Seeing and hearing the river that flows by my sister's house. I imagine it when I am not there and can just hear the rushing water in my head.

- Collapsing on the back porch with the girls and feeling cool mountain breezes.

- The 80-something-year-old farmer across the river moving through his crops, his white hat just visible around the corn. And later seeing him selling his potatoes, sweet corn and tomatoes at the market around the square in town.

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