This is the last day of winter's virtual river of stones 2012.I imagine I can see each large smooth pebble placed carefully next to each other large smooth pebble, differing only slightly in size and shades of grey. It's only upon close examination that one can also see, etched very faintly on each stone, a few words, a phrase - possibly a poem. The words are, after all, written in stone, just as I'd hoped at the start ...
...and the pebbles connect the seasons - yours winter, mine summer.
ReplyDeleteso true Merlene - thanks for stopping by so often and commenting on my stones - and especially on the last day - it feels like you're ending me off on the right note!
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