as a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God psalm 42|1
the journey began with a bike up on the street then down below so much to see as the low water revealed itself to us
shells so tiny and so many of them crab claws washed up fish piles and piles of thinly stacked shale stone pull one
out and smash it on that big rock a thin long peninsula to make easy a walk streight across the water back again lets just
keep going forever and ever round the bend we find all of the fisherman a secret spot perhaps under bridges and
all the way around the wall alas all good things must end as we turn back from the water and all that it had to offer us
that day
shells so tiny and so many of them crab claws washed up fish piles and piles of thinly stacked shale stone pull one
out and smash it on that big rock a thin long peninsula to make easy a walk streight across the water back again lets just
keep going forever and ever round the bend we find all of the fisherman a secret spot perhaps under bridges and
all the way around the wall alas all good things must end as we turn back from the water and all that it had to offer us
that day
//dow's lake, ottawa ontario//
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