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Monday, May 22, 2006
The Road Not Taken -- Epilogue
After taking the last can down, I turned back toward the house. I approached one of the boulders in the front yard -- my zen rock -- knelt, and scooped the silt out of the basin in its top. I stood and went into the house to get dinner ready, secure in the knowledge that it would fill, once again, with clean water. It's not all bad, this road I took. Not really bad at all, actually. It's a lot of work, indeed, but it's worth it. I have my partner, I have my kids, I have my zen rock. |
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