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.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Doesn't This Make Sense?
In order to be a realist, you must believe in miracles.
Henry Christopher Bailey
I am having one of those mornings where everything falls into place and this little miraculous saying is absolutely true for me this morning.
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