A Terminal Case of Whimsy
A Few Facts About Me and The River
Sometimes I forget there's a river nearby.
Sometimes I forget to look at the sky.
Sometimes I find myself churning over useless worries.
Sometimes I walk by the river.
Sometimes I look at the sky.
Sometimes I find myself letting go of useless worries.
Joanna Kosowsky Dane
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