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Time Travel

If I fell through a wormhole I would land outside her window in midsummer breathe the smell of pomegranates ready for picking on that lopsided bush. Twillia would come through the screen door wafting aroma of lavender and lilac smoothing her print dress green eyes twinkling. Those eyes that harbor a deep love a grandmother’s … Continue reading