A Stormy Heart

We were standing in the middle of her bedroom when a clap of thunder rumbled. The shades were drawn over the large windows, obscuring the view of the sprawling farm outside and the storm clouds overhead. When she lived here, Flannery O’Connor would have kept the shades wide open so she could watch her beloved…

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Journey to becoming me….

Today has been long and slow-moving.  I’m confined to being stationary so what’s mostly busy about me today is my mind. 

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