Loose Thread Friday
Always to want to
go back, to correct
an error, ease a
guilt, see how a friend
is doing. And yet,
one doesn't, except
in memory, in
dreams.
The land remains desolate.
-- From "The Tortoise" by Cid Corman
( J.BART RAYNIAK photo/The Spokesman-Review)
It's Friday. The land remains desolate outside. What's on your minds? We love your comments, but please remember -- no name-calling. Had to kill part of a thread because of name-calling and potentially libelous words. Knock it off, please.