Posted on October 17, 2016
by TheWalkingOwl
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Wild hair blows in the crisp night breeze Moonlight travel in the “Too cold!” freeze Throat frost pain in the run to warm Grandmother Moon looks down; no alarm “Where go you child, running fast and far?” “To the barn, and the hay, and the… Continue Reading “The Roof Hole Stars”
Category: MemoriesTags: barn, child, freeze, frost, grandmother moon, hay, moonlight, running, stars, travel, wild hair
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