I've always thought in stories. From the local WPA murals
to the homemade books I dictated to mom and illustrated;
stories were the form ideas took in my mind.
Now I'm sewing my life stories awake. Here is a recent story...
It was the autumn we moved here right after the harvest of about 500 acres surrounding
our small home. I turned while taking packages out of my car and saw this race
across the empty fields. It was like a silent, slow motion movie. Geese flew over
so their clacking and muttering provided the score. Our neighbor's huge dog
was, sadly, never seen again. I was rooting for the deer.
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