Wednesday, November 16, 2005


A skeleton got up and walked out of my closet this weekend. As a result, I spent a bit of time clearing my mind at the most peaceful spot in West Lafayette. I stood on the bridge and watched a family skip stones from the beach below. The little one (probably 3) was throwing in handfuls of sand, the father was just throwing rocks as far as he could, and the mother was trying hard to make them skip.

Edit: No, I don't live there... I was visiting RAM.

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