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Tuesday, December 2, 2014

Rest Stops

Pondering each day
Time gone, never to return
Rest stops on the way

Photo and text copyright 2014 by Doris McCraw


  1. Reminds me of a poem my Grandmother Nan wrote after she'd become a middle-aged woman. In it, a woman observes a young man and muses, "Where were you when I was young?" Sometimes we do need a bench to sit while we wonder how the years passed so quickly with our thoughts so flippant.

    1. I love that story. Yes, we do need to stop and wonder. Thanks! Doris