December 03, 2006

The cobblestone steps lay bare in fluid echoes of the men who in antiquity poured a base of enlightenment from the wills of their fathers.

And as I turn a corner descending those same steps the incarnadine sky increases with the same dreams and drive that I hope my sons will have.

Based on thoughts from Italy. Written afterwards.

Greg Olsen
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