Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Thunder Here, Now.

Thunderstorms. Fireflies. Mossy rocks. Humidity. Fog at noon. Lantern Light. Waltzes. Trout Streams. Stone walls. Red Barns. Frozen Winter Light. April's Anger and October's Blessing.

This is why I'll never leave the eastern mountains—this blessed line of Appalachia stretching from Maine to Georgia—and pity those who have.

If you want objectivity, read a politician's blog. This here is the journal of a woman in love.

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