A collection of boulders on the southern end of Carmel River State Beach are like an old friend to me–always there to be relied on when woken up. Yes, I see a face with eyes closed, head tilted on a pillow. Rest, my friend.
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My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close. View more posts