the prairie town
She says, everything happens somewhere. Directs those eyes like lighthouse beams someplace west. Doesn’t find what she needs. Looks at her feet. What she is out here: alone. It’s not so bad.
(Happy Thanksgiving!)
(Happy Thanksgiving!)
posted by Eireann at
11:28 AM
6 Comments:
beautiful.
Congrats! : )
thanks for sharing that e...
lovely photo
happy thanksgiving!
and to think, not long ago that street sign was burried deep under the streets of st. paul, minnesota--bound to be decayed by faling sandstone and water...
Yay, you! Always. :)
This was a beautiful and disturbing story. It reminded me of Christine Schutt's work.
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