And Rock Was My Pillow Too

The sight of this boat made me think of the time I ran away from home in junior high school and the night I spent sleeping a few hours each in strange places - a ditch, a barn, under a bridge. Also of a song I'm fond of: "Cold ground was my bed last night, and rock was my pillow too." And what a long strange trip it's been altogether. Let's please be kind to each other as much as we can. And then a little more.

11 September 2022
Texas Jim
Prospect, Nova Scotia
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