The last dirt road he ever drove
Was on his uncle’s funeral day;
The fields were green, the sky was white,
The air was full of clover hay… 79 more words
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I save absolutely everything. Always.
The above picture is actually my stack of journals, starting in the year 2000 and spanning through today. I was 10 when I started writing, both fiction and in journals, and I have maintained the “wordsmithing” – and the paper hoarding – habit for the last fifteen years. 904 more words