River Light Writes

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Over the years, people have said that I have the gift of gab. I admit that I like to write. More to the point, I like to share stories and musings. Maybe you will find them interesting. Maybe humorous. Or maybe just wordy. If nothing else, hopefully you find them entertaining. If so, please feel free to leave a comment or an impression. And if not, at least you tried. Either way, thank you for visiting and reading.

The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.

A River Runs Through It, Norman Maclean