A River of Stones #5
The snow whips around Old Lugh's bark with a force that would make a lesser tree crack. But there he stands, greeting me each new day, never complaining, even allowing the winter squirrels to play in his wild, old man hair.
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Thursday, January 6, 2011
A River of Stones Post #5
A River of Stones #5
The snow whips around Old Lugh's bark with a force that would make a lesser tree crack. But there he stands, greeting me each new day, never complaining, even allowing the winter squirrels to play in his wild, old man hair.
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