I am the lone tree, on the grassy hill, waiting for the birds to return. The stars and moon light up the darkness, but the…
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I am the lone tree, on the grassy hill, waiting for the birds to return. The stars and moon light up the darkness, but the…
2 CommentsThere are moments In between breaths and blinks When the whole of creations sighs When all of us know the truth. There are moments In…
Leave a CommentA true story. It was late afternoon, and clouds had been building from the northwest all day. The heat from the Oklahoma plains had pushed…
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