You know, we all seem to go down so many lost roads in our lives. Roads that don't have a name and take us from our intended destination. But some of these roads lead us where we didn't know we were going and when we get there it's like coming home.
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
For Gabby
When I grow my own wheatgrass, it tastes okay. I'd never use the word "good" for juiced grass for I am not a horse/cow/or other bovine creature. However, when I think about what wheatgrass does for one, it is truly worth it. So...drink up. J
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