When I Was 69

When I Was 69
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Thursday, October 4, 2018

The Lake path

The dogwoods have bright berries, but no bright leaves yet this year.

A bright sunny morning is rare these rainy days in Black Mountain.

Lake Tomahawk is mirror smooth where the slight breeze doesn't hit it.

But remains of a rain are still here where the water cut across the path.  This happens every single rain, and usually a crew is out adding more gravel, which will wash into the lake with the next rain.  I'm glad to see we pay for such continuous care with our taxes.

TODAY'S Quote:
When we dumb ourselves down, we sell ourselves short and lose an opportunity to shed light where it is needed.


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