gateway to the sky
ever near the cloudy peak
foot to toe we climb
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Greer Monroe
I enjoy the rhythm of words — how they play & flow & consume & grow. words build something inside me — an escape to freedom without taking up space ♥️
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GRANDMA NELSON
Daddy pulled off the interstate, and I saw the all familiar red barn, and I knew we had arrived at Grandma Nelson's farm. I always had mixed feelings about seeing my Grandmother. It seemed she had as many Grandchildren as the old Mother in the shoe nursery rhyme. I saw her as different, but that is not why I hestiated. The truth be known I always got in trouble at her house, and ended up sitting in the car after I had been scolded.
By Susan Payton6 days ago in Fiction
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