On choosing to stand with the red desert
by Heather Griffiths The moon, almost full, casted shadows of tree limbs reaching over me as though to lean in for an embrace. I listened as a deer chewed the campground grass down to the red soil, sniffed the tent by my head. My husband and two daughters laid next to me under wool blankets … Continue reading On choosing to stand with the red desert
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