56Moon Path
by Athlyn Green
That night we sat on a beach in B.C. You spoke of the prairies, of wheat rippling golden on the wind. "Listen!" I said, "--the water. Do you hear the waves gently whispering on the shore?" You... published 11 months ago
56That night we sat on a beach in B.C. You spoke of the prairies, of wheat rippling golden on the wind. "Listen!" I said, "--the water. Do you hear the waves gently whispering on the shore?" You... published 11 months ago
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