"Our stories matter... Your stories matter…
For you never know
how much of a difference they make
and to whom."
~ Caroline Joy Adams
The air reeks with humidity already this morning, leftover from yesterday's blistering heat?
Full moon tonight, Bele Chere ends today... All quiet on the ridge, everyone sleeps. Except me and the sun... That sun just hangs there in the cloudless sky. An eerie poem, a silent omen.
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