I often make the mistake while hiking of looking ahead or up at the beautiful trees.
So many times the earth below our feet is just as beautiful and intricate as the horizon. The yellow sifting of sunlight through the branches and underbrush shows splashes of gold on the green ferns and moss. A welcomed visit by old Sol helps the light starved residents of the forest floor remain as beautiful as the canopy above our heads.
1179 - Hell No! - A well-meaning friend, religious but still a good sort, bought me a copy of C S Lewis' book *'Surprised by Joy'.* *Hell No!* There was an odd fellow nam...
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