A Journal of Days
"Forever is composed of nows." Emily Dickinson
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
A Nap, Sledding, Henri
1. An afternoon nap, much appreciated.
2. Sledding down the hill, Tess in front, me in back.
3. Taking Henri out in the snow, he high-steps and becomes very alert. He snuffles in the snow and comes up with a white beard.
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