Mountains of Silence
Fog and silence crawl along the landscape of wide plains and lonely trees. My eyes run through the hills to the singular trees standing out
Fog and silence crawl along the landscape of wide plains and lonely trees. My eyes run through the hills to the singular trees standing out
When we look at our country, our home, the piece of dirt upon which we live and thrive, we need to ask ourselves a probing
It’s day 1,484 by my count. I’ve gone to bed a handful of times thinking that I wouldn’t wake up. The second that particular thought