“If we keep no diary [journal], the path crumbles away behind us as our feet leave it; and days gone by are but little more than a blank, broken by a few distorted shadows. Life is all confined within the limits of to-day….”
We are staying at a KOA with a small lake. It reminds me of the campground we stayed at in Ogallala, Nebraska when I was twelve years old. That is a fun memory.
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