the FRED BLOGGS blog
...sharing a random thought daily since 2007!
I once floated down a river on a raft that creaked like an old man's bones, each ripple telling stories of the sun and the rain. The world around me blurred into a watercolor of greens and blues, and I found solace in the simple rhythm of the water. With every paddle stroke, I felt the weight of my worries drift away, leaving only the echo of laughter and the soft whisper of the breeze.
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