Ocean and Old Trees
Digging in the past is hard work. Ask any archeologist. You can find broken things and dead men’s bones. Or, even worse, break what is priceless and too fragile to be unearthed. Memories can pierce the heart like shards of a broken urn. Or, what we find can be mundane and pointless; fragments that, put together, frustrate and bewilder. But digging is necessary, vital like sunlight or marrow. It enlightens. It gives life.
Why Ocean and Old Trees
A scoundrel marries knowing he will not be faithful. The woman marries him knowing his character. Why?
