Well, we're going... right after church, I might be able to blog at the hotel, but if I don't, I'm still kinda here...
"A sweet fountain played there in the morning sun, and a sward of bright green lay about it, but in the midst, drooping over the pool, stood a dead tree, and the falling drops dripped sadly from its barren and broken branches back into the clear water... Seven stars and seven stones and one white tree."
Well, we're going... right after church, I might be able to blog at the hotel, but if I don't, I'm still kinda here...
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