Even now, the great trees are walking. Mountain ridges catch in their gnarled root toes, sending granitic slabs crashing to the valley floor.
Us
- Danette and Joseph
- This Blog was first started to keep family and friends posted on my trek through the maze of chemotherapy. Now it will be used to keep those same folks updated on Joseph's trek through that same maze. We're all in this together.
Monday, June 18, 2012
Blood poetry
Even now, the great trees are walking. Mountain ridges catch in their gnarled root toes, sending granitic slabs crashing to the valley floor.
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