Your Children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself. They come through you but not from you. And though they are with you they belong not to you. You may give them your love but not your thoughts. For they have their own thoughts. You may house their bodies but not their souls, for their thoughts dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams. Kahlil Gibran

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Saratoga Springs

Niko will narrate this post: Still nauseous from the car ride down to my vision therapist 3 hours from my house. Dad, Aunt Mary and I stopped at a camp after the appointment. There was a geyser even though there was no hot spot.
That leaf was on the side of a wall with sufide pouring down the side.


We found a place where the water had caroded the wood on a bench and a whole structure we couldn't figure out what it was.

I was examining the different materials of rock. Some were ball pieces of rock.

We had a good time despite the long drive.

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