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Grey Hound

. for public domain Ankle high, boot blacked and tightly laced nun shoes, a faint wisp of cheap lavender perfume, a baby's cry over a mother's shush, moments on a bus ride across country, traveling from soggy Fairfield, Iowa to arid Grand Junction, Colorado to spend the remaining years of this life in a Grand Valley walled with cliffs' highland. The low samplings of an American Spirit, enduring unfulfilled promise of a still young and rising wilderness at the reigns of a people creating their own.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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