I have such a nostalgic view of corn fields. I was born in Indiana, in the United States' Midwest. Beyond our backyard was a corn field that we could walk through to get to my uncle's house. Our outdoor cat Rebecca would run ahead of us, and we'd lose her at some point along the... Continue Reading →


I stand here. Alone. The quiet consumes me. Blank space. No noise. Nothing. Just me. Somehow I know this is my new norm. Where I'll spend my eternity. But is it a curse or a blessed serenity? [For Pic and a Word Challenge: Serenity]

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