Iced tea poured from the glass pitcher, raising the golden brown line in each glass painted with peaches below the rim. Mrs. Deity took a sip of her own. “So,” she said slowly, “y’all want my fried chicken recipe?”…
Day: September 6, 2020
It’s hard to continually count blessings,
when they keep coming forward to be numbered…
NOW I WANT TO HAVE A WORD WITH WHOEVER CHOPPED DOWN THAT TREE OVER THERE BEHIND THAT OTHER HOUSE IT WAS WHERE THE…
I wonder if the reason,
why the ocean depths are so scary,
has less to do with not being able to surface…
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