Memories
“….I am suddenly the skinny boy I was splashing in the sandy shallows at the lake, tossing water by the handscoop at my sister sunning on the dock….” American poet John Caddy wrote the above after having seen a goldfinch bathing in a spray of splashing water. Triggered memories. Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset. Swiftly flow […]
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