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Monday, January 31, 2005
Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it: but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. It's thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. I have always been regreting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.~Walden, Thoreau
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American River
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Time is but the stream I go a-fishing in. I drink at it: but while I drink I see the sandy bottom and detect how shallow it is. It's thin current slides away, but eternity remains. I would drink deeper; fish in the sky, whose bottom is pebbly with stars. I cannot count one. I know not the first letter of the alphabet. I have always been regreting that I was not as wise as the day I was born.~Walden, Thoreau
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The river has called so many from its debth,to come and drink of its beauty ,yet the call to the artist of photography they hear a call deeper than the average man they hear the call of the heart ,to capture beauty in a second of time to last thru eternity,YOU Deb HEAR THAT CALL IN THE CORE OF YOUR BEING MOST GIFTED YOU ARE A TRUE ARTIST OF BEAUTY/DUTCH
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