He was standing in an old road, rutted and ancient, that wound up a black hill towards the sky, where a great flock of black birds was gathering. The birds were like black letters against the grey of the sky. He thought that in a moment he would understand what the writing meant. The stones in the ancient road were symbols foretelling the travelers journey.
Showing posts with label our first president. Show all posts
Showing posts with label our first president. Show all posts
03 February 2010
As Everyone Should
From Maria Kalman's entry about George Washington in her "And The Pursuit of Happiness Blog." Heed his example, for it is wise.
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