Brent Simmons talks about his grandfather in his web log. It's a fun, short snippet of a story which shines like a jewel. We've all got stories like this that we should leave behind as we march along.

Thanks, Brent!
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Heaven

Look at the light dancing on the waves. Look at the light of the sun dropping westward from noon. Look at the children splashing and swimming and playing in the sand. Look at the towels hanging on the line, waving in the breeze. Feel the breeze blowing thru the pines. Look at the pines decorating the hill. And feel the feel of the sand and the dirt on the hill as you walk down the steps to the shore.

The light is shimmering on the water. The children have been in the water for hours. The wind is coming out of the west. The pines are swaying in the gentle breeze, filling the air with the scent of hot sand and the scent of the woods.

This is summer. This is dreaming. This is heaven, I guess.

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Vacationing in Michigan
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