Things Not Dreamed Of Can Not Be
I’ve stood here, gazing out at this view, a view I had not anticipated last March. Yet this has been a place I had wanted to be a part of again. Through years in that metropolis that lay down the highway, to the wild Grey paradise of those four years on Irish Lake, I have yearned to be back. Now, here, just out this door, … Continue reading Things Not Dreamed Of Can Not Be