It was past dark when I reached the city and Id mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.

It was past dark when I reached the city and Id mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.
Deborah Wheeler

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Stung I lifted my eyes to his and saw them as if for the first time. Eyes the color of rain soft as dew and strong enough to etch a mountainside. Tears shimmered there tears ay Mother Or maybe they were in my own eyes.
- Deborah Wheeler

It was past dark when I reached the city and Id mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way. Deborah Wheeler

It was past dark when I reached the city and Id mostly shoved my ghosts back into their graves. I let the gray mare pick her own pace and browse in the grain fields along the way.
Deborah Wheeler