December 29, 2014

Home. Dreary gray clouds hanging low in the sky. The old brown mill reaching towards heaven. The white sycamore trees dancing in the wind. No snow. This is Mingo Junction.


Everything very much the same. Everything very much different.

How did a year pass already?



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