Euna Avalean

After I’d awakened the first time this morning, I drifted back into a light sleep and heard my late grandmother calling my name in a soft and ancient Southern Illinois/Kentucky twang. I don’t know why I dreamt her voice, but I sure as hell display her legacy of sheer stubbornness every day of my life.

(detritus)(poetica)(myth)(opinion)(divination)

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