I take a break to skip stones every now and then while I'm fishing.... it's a way to connect all the days, months and years of my life together. My all time record number of skips?.... I think it's somewhere around 19. It was my dad who taught me how to skip a rock. I remember the awe and the magic I felt when he danced that rock on the waters surface. It was another of those gifts he left with me that only after all these years I'm beginning to understand. Skipping stones has helped me find a collection of unique rocks or fossils that I store on shelves along side my favorite books. Each one attached to a memory of the river.
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