I am a Kentucky mountain girl far from home, perhaps far from the girl years. Still, my heart longs to return to the top of Low Gap mountain and peer off into the distance; to see the hills rolling and tumbling out before me, and the wind ruffling the trees' leaves, causing them to ripple like waves in some immense pond.
Saturday, August 07, 2004
Sad thoughts float like quiet boats
Upon a sea of understanding
So the waters rise
And life goes on.
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