What that wooden frame was for I don't know. It's not there now. Neither is that view of rushing ripples you see.
Progress - I miss the yesterdays. I despair with the rush of progress.
My life is ruled by the seasons and weather. Sometimes I dig dirt. Other times I dig art. Today I'm digging both, while musing on life.
Too many people assume that change automatically means progress. Nothing could be further from the truth.
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