“The Moanin’ Tree”


 

Poppishirley looked over the blue lining that is the Aidirondacks and sighed, knowing that soon she would have to depart and withdraw herself from this place of thistle and hanging vines that wrapped around her soul.

 

This morning had began as any other since she’d come from burying her dead.  She’d gotten up, bathed and dressed and began her day at the computer as like any other.  Only today, it was 21 days later…..

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