been awhile since I’ve heard that foreboding steel guitar…”this is where the map is torn up and tossed…”
thanks for writing this down. it feels private, mysterious, heavy, and true—-like all the best stories. looking forward to the next piece, whenever it comes…
been awhile since I’ve heard that foreboding steel guitar…”this is where the map is torn up and tossed…”
thanks for writing this down. it feels private, mysterious, heavy, and true—-like all the best stories. looking forward to the next piece, whenever it comes…
Yes, Tripp!!! I didn't realize it until afterward, or maybe until you said it. Thank you.
This is really moving to read. Thank you for sharing it.
Thanks for this, E.
Hide here in my yard. Anytime, my dear. Xoxox
Oh, darlin', yes. Your yard is a harbor, and will remain so. Thank you, dear friend.