Truth is what?

25 August, Close to Home

"A late summer day. Hints of the darker time punctuating the freedom of season's light. It repeats with a twist for as long as time has been experienced?"

His friend brought messages of considerable length. Ink on dead trees, one medium. Another to be discussed soon.

And she blew in like the wind. Not so different, they.

© 2012 Buzz Hill