I stayed out too late. The sun had set almost 2 hours before and the night was totally black but for a few stars seen through a haze overhead. It didn’t take me long to realize I would get lost quickly as I set out to find the truck less than a half mile awayContinue reading “Lost Again… and other circular patterns.”
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>Of monster Trucks and Joy Juice by Gary Fultz
> We live as in a fog, only seeing the immediate, yet the universe and beyond is navigable Her face radiated joy underneath a peaceful wrinkled face. Recognizable in the wistful words coming from the upside of the half droopy mouth and a body held partially intact by the shored up wheelchair.Continue reading “>Of monster Trucks and Joy Juice by Gary Fultz”
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