My dear hubby has been under the weather this weekend, so no poetry for today, but it will make an appearance soon, you just can never tell when.
-- The Editor
Monday, August 28, 2006
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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.
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