Hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul.
And sings the tune
without the words,
and never stops at all.
~ Emily Dickinson
sedona-red rock that cracked me open when my heart was already broken
new mexico-delights of billy the kid country, fear of mean men, and wonder in subterranean worlds
austin-blessings of old friends and water: tubing, cold springs and beers
louisiana-small town gay bar, crazy gray cat and a big comfy bed
mississippi-sushi bar in biloxi, just what the doctor ordered
montgomery-sneaking into an rv park, white house of the confederacy and the civil rights monument on the same block
georgia-vegetarian cult food never disappoints, i want a peach
south carolina-forests, moss and lindy
almost home, ahhhhhhhh.
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