Robert Frost's poem "A Cliff Dwelling" reminds me of the people who must have lived here "Oh years ago--ten thousand years" and enjoyed the beauty and safety of a cliff. A place "to rest from his besetting fears". Welcome to mine.
Saturday, August 9, 2014
Baa baa black sheep, have you any names? Yes sir yes sir, six odd things. Two for the master, and two for the dame, and two for the little boy who lives down the lane?
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