The sun was just up when Lynn lifted her cup of black coffee to toast the snow. The quiet in her kitchen was warm and heavy, sweet.
“Well, Ma. Best get baking, eh? Wish you were here.”
Wind whispered through a small grin in the window, “… right here, Babe…”
rJoHerman 12/9/18
“Enter when you will, take what you need, leave something of yourself when you go” I have a friend I met over a bottle of scotch in a Brandywine Valley bed & breakfast some odd years ago who travels constantly and widely, sending me bits and pieces of the world as he goes. Each picture […]
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