
I found this happy chap standing nicely, proudly, in the backyard of a friend's house. It looked wonderful, standing in the sun, not sweating. I wonder if toads really rest their feet on these beauties. I would.
Here is the place of thought unconstrained by the clock of Sunday Mornings, unrestrained by the rigors of 'orthodoxy,' and untamed by the banks of the river. Here are thoughts: timeless, 'un'-Orthodox, and wild. Here I can explore, hunt, investigate and challenge. Here there are no itchy ears, no crossed arms, no sleepy eyes. Here the journey is chronicled and the House explored. Thanks for stopping by for a swim. Enjoy my view for a while.
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