Go...Rest High..on That Mountain....

I spent the day...out Junkin'... with a Sweet Friend....She never knew... what it meant to me...... to get away... ahhh... to Run...{in reality... I think...we both.... were runnin'... with all 'good' spoken.... and no 'saddness'...ahhh.... good, for each other....}
I doubt she knew.... how crushed I was... about the Tragedies... down South....
We had a Great Day... and found some Wonderful Treasures...
Met some Wonderful Folks....
My Heart Bleeds... for the Losses... in the South....
Love to You....
My Prayers are With You...
Barb C.
{You Must... click on this 1870's  poem.... it reminds me...of someone....or...some...place... perhaps...a Rabbit Hole...}