I live on a sea of sand and alkali patches, in a barren desert, at the far end of a small sprawling community in Northern Nevada. Desolate, wind swept country. This is my hard won slice of paradise. Against all odds, I cultivate trees, flowers, vegetables, peace and contentment. This is my garden in the sun.
Thursday, November 24, 2011
Thanksgiving
The world is a quiet and peaceful scene at my home. The relatives are gone home. The left overs are in the fridge and I am left here, quietly thankful for the peaceful life that I have worked so hard to have. May all those who are abused and frightened find a little peace in their hearts tonight knowing that they deserve all the good that manages to come their way in a hard world.
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Child Abuse,
Thanksgiving
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