I took a short hike yesterday at a swamp board-walk called Grand Bay. I thought I would share some photos with you. I hope you enjoy them.
Archive for January 22, 2015
What happens to a dream deferred?
Does it dry up
like a raisin in the sun?
Or fester like a sore —
And then run?
Does it stink like rotten meat?
Or crust and sugar over —
like a syrupy sweet?
Maybe it just sags
like a heavy load.
Or does it explode?
~Langston Hughes
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