Several years ago, I wrote a little story which is published in my book, Depression Baby. The title of the story is “BlackBerry Winter and Cobbler Too.”
I mentioned my grandfather taking me to a spring, with water coming from the granite mountainside and flowing into a bowl about the size of your bathroom sink.
This 10-year-old boy was intrigued as granddad cleaned the leaves from the bowl, and we watched (more…)
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