There is no black like the black of a farm field on a moonless night.
A scream — two bedrooms down.
No sound so full
as silence after.
— from “Beauty Tastes Better During a Power Outage in Prospect, KY”
There is no black like the black of a farm field on a moonless night.
A scream — two bedrooms down.
No sound so full
as silence after.
— from “Beauty Tastes Better During a Power Outage in Prospect, KY”
HOMESCHOOLING MOTHER OF 5, ALL THINGS DOMESTIC, MY CRAZY LIFE
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