Have you ever truly thought about a gray day? It really just isn't gray in color, but in feeling. I wonder what the color gray would taste like.
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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- John Denver-isms
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- Gray
- There ARE Zombies in the World!
- The Author of Grief, Part II
- The Author of Grief, Part I
- Feeling Better and Plans Are In The Air!
- The Beginning of a New Adventure...?
- A short poem
- "A quandary on the horizon, Cap'n!"
- I Can't Believe I Did This...Moment
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- *a thoughtful sigh*
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- An Interesting Blog Note
- Sometimes Change Is Good
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