Thoughts

[littleowl1]

There's a cliff overlooking the hills surrounding Keuka Lake. My father took me there once, wanting to show me what he was sure was one of the last true, pure sights before commercial development. It's here I go in my mind at odd moments, or on still nights, unable to sleep from the pressures of the world. I stand at the edge of the cliff, toes

Comments

[robertlyon]

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