Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Listen to the Wind

She felt like Pocahontas when they listened to the wind.

I feel like Hiawatha as I paddle by the shore. Pale limestone cliffs looming over the swiftly moving water. A hawk crying as it lands on a Cedar bough jutting out from the rock. Wood Ducklings scurrying in the dark shadows under an overhanging Cypress tree.


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