The River. It’s a metaphor. And a comparison. And a guide. Or a guard. Or even an obstacle. But the River runs. And you can never catch it. So, walk by it. Sit next to it. Listen to its monologue as it strokes the shores and slips through the landscape. The River runs through life. And it makes it way … The rest of the story…
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I watched a video, yesterday, of a couple who were enjoying a walk through Clifton, Colorado. It’s more or less an extension of Grand Junction. And it sits between that city and Palisade, Colorado. (side note: if you’ve never had Palisade peaches, your life is not complete) The couple videoed the view as they talked about what they were enjoying … The rest of the story…