#1168 Gratitude for a cracked skull

Because I know where he was sitting, I can pick out the figure in the buckskin jacket. But when I took the picture, I had no idea what would happen.

With no ice to slip on, no major trip hazard to catch my foot, I took a head-splitting tumble…literally. The crack in my skull is small. My brain appears to be fine. The bruises in various parts of my body…

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