There in the passenger seat of my uncle’s old red Ford pickup was where the truth finally hit me. As I gazed out the dirty window at the golden country around me, I could see tall oak trees bursting with autumn foliage just waiting to return to the earth.
Author: cathymariebown
I am a writer and student looking for my place in the digital world.
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Cathy Marie Bown 