"There is a place where the sidewalk ends,
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind."
— Shel Silverstein
This place is called the Disc Golf Course. This week I will call it home.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
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