First draft, fragmentary
First draft, fragmentary
Maggie believes she is a retriever. I am not fooled by her imitation of one. You wouldn’t be either when she gets out of the water and you see that she is barely a foot high at her back.
I look at the people who pass me (or vice versa) and wonder at their beliefs and what they really are. I seldom get to spend enough time with them to learn the truth.
Maybe what they believe is the important thing.
Not
quite
today
Monday, June 18, 2012