A friend called and told me about the herons sitting in trees along a little river I love and he told me about the long swells that are crashing on the shoreline in Narragansett.

This earth is a beautiful and wondrous place.

The seasons pass and somehow in their passing renew our souls.

Spring is here and the mayflies are here again and the herring have returned and the Stripers are sipping in the worms again in all the old familiar places.

There is a song in my heart again and I am grateful that there is.

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