On the Other Side: Beauty and Abundance

Although skittishness about the fellow with the garbage bags skipped alongside me, I meandered the trail and tried to not keep looking back over my shoulder.  Trees canopied a small stream, and cottonwood remnants waltzed in the breeze to its carefree summer song. The covered beauty captivated me, Continue reading

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