Another Christmas, another birthday, another pandemic washout; the bedrock of our traditions swept out to sea. Togetherness, sharing physical space, feeding favorites to loved ones; all roots torn from the riverbank. The river running through my thoughts, she teaches me that change is constant, sometimes devastating, sometimes breathtaking, but never ever ceasing, so we carry on.
~Joy

 

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