Posted: September 10, 2014 in Uncategorized

Nestling, among the cotton fields; their white wispy strands floating around caressing her gentle soul, she lay down to rest- her sun kissed face looking above at the brilliance of a magic spreading eastward; its red streaks leaving their imprints on the sky. It was how they found her the next day at cotton harvesting. The smile hadn’t left her face they said. She was one with the place she sought. Hers was a story she took along with her into the red earth. That is how she wanted it in the end, they said…



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