It's a stirring of the soul The same spark that starts the brushstroke The first note that leads the charge into a crescendo It’s life at first light after the darkest of nights A plu
“In Africa a thing is true at first light and a lie by noon and you have no more respect for it than for the lovely, perfect wood-fringed lake you see across the sun-baked salt plain. You have walked
His feet were dangling off the edge of the boat and his reflection was staring back up at him. “I’m having a tough time imagining a fish growing legs and walking out of the water,” he said, slowly r
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