A flat white sky; no wind. A pair of ravens fly low over the house, their croaks echoing off the ridge. The wrens chitter back and forth.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
A flat white sky; no wind. A pair of ravens fly low over the house, their croaks echoing off the ridge. The wrens chitter back and forth.
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Did you see that Satya was calling for new prose pieces for her ‘a handful of stones’ blog? All yours are so great!