I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
Encouraged
It is never too late to be what you might have been.
-- George Eliot
There is more I would like to write about this statement, but, for now, I am glad merely to put it forth for your ruminations.
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