The Missings of a City Girl

Give me: the quiet whispers of a stream, the rumble of thunder over pine trees, the lack there of of time passing, and the rhythmic motion of a rocking chair, on a porch, creaking. Give me: the uneasiness of a consuming darkness, the stillness of birds chirping and coyotes howling, and the time to think.... Continue Reading →

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