The kids on pasture on an easy November afternoon.
As if it wasn’t bad enough…
My husband asked me once if I thought this place was cursed. I laughed and said of course not. Perhaps just the part of his family that has cursed themselves with their own misery. But no, not the land. Never the land.
I still believe that. However…
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