Like an old mans hands, cracked granite columns flow deep into the surface. Wondering water daintily drifts by in a slow stream. The aroma of fresh spring water stirs childhood memories of swimming in the creeks that flowed through the valleys where I was raised. My eyes feast on the green of deep. A swimmers paradise located on a remote bank of the St. Francis River. A timeless, ageless precambrian scene.
April 28th, 2021
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