Every Sunday I say to myself before I go to bed.
"This coming week is going to be better, I know it."
It never is.
He swims. He gnaws. He builds dams. He moves us with his intelligence and grace. He is the Wily Beaver. And he is here to INTUBATE us all.
Sunday, December 14, 2003
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