The sound of dripping water, melting snow, collapsing ice.
It did not soften soon enough for us–stuck in the sludge at the corner of Riverside and Rivermont.
Two views of the one River, streaming James out to Richmond, formerly the ferry of Thomas,
Namesake of our city.
Fortunately, Lynchburgers are kind.
Two strangers and our neighbor helped to push us out.
I’m not leaving the house again for at least two more days.
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