wow, wow, wow, wow I shout driving home from work at about 11pm pst last night, almost drove into a ditch for there just above the treeline, a huge half moon or wanning gibbous. I don't know the celestial reasoning but that baby filled the sky, moonstruck. upon arriving home I walk in the front… Continue reading half moon

Young, middle-aged, and elderly men in overalls several chewing on pipes huddle around a potbellied stove talk the checkers game in progress, how the lower 40 need plowing before next week, politics, or how Cousin Edna’s cows ran amuck all over her laundry. The cart is the stove inside the store that draws the people that brings out the conversation.

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