There is a trail somewhere, more goat track than road.
Sometimes it meanders by the river, cushioned by the fall
of an eternity of beech leaves fallen. 204 more words
Author’s Note: I am reducing TINL’s frequency to once per week, updating every Saturday. I originally wrote a lot before I started posting here, and the three-times-per-week schedule was meant to get the story out faster while still giving me time to move it forward behind the scenes. 2,954 more words