Wednesday, April 23, 2008


Something changed. No longer did the routine of collard shirt and razor burn seem as valuable.

Breaking down camp, pushing off towards an unknown, un-experienced series of hours, seemed exhilarating. Maybe along the banks our boat will be deposited as a trail marker or warning to those who follow. Maybe life will be different, maybe the river can expose layers in oneself the same way it carves at limestone.

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