Sunday, March 8, 2015

Ramblin'






I love a ramble, a couple of hours, the road, the sky and the unfolding:
old barns, snow-covered meadows, a winding stream 
and a shaggy fella who ambles up to a fence, wonders what's what, and 
lingers for a long hello. 
And the horizon stretches wide and blue. 

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