Crossing the Log
I’m slowly regaining use of my foot. On Memorial Day we were invited to a picnic at Wahl’s farm, and I enjoyed being outdoors so much, I hobbled through the paths in the woods and meadows with my moon boot on, no crutches. Of course, I paid dearly. My foot punished me for my reckless ways.
This picture suggests something else to me. I think a change is coming in my life. I’m crossing a bridge. More on that later.
This picture suggests something else to me. I think a change is coming in my life. I’m crossing a bridge. More on that later.
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