I grew up on a farm, the sort where nothing obstructs the view of the sunrises or sunsets. The sort where there’s more acres than people, more cows than buildings. One day, after a bit of a windstorm, I filled a bucket with well-water and splashed it upwards and over my roof. There were leaves […]

via On Living and Dying Day 30 by Ra Avis — The Seeker’s Dungeon

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