Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Small stone -- January 6
Wisdom bubbling from one end of town to the other. So many pearls from so many friends. I am nourished by your smiles, your words, your ways.
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