As soon as you hit Indiana, things smooth out, as if the earth is taking in a deep breath, or sighing. Long, flat lines stretch in every direction: lines of corn stubble poke up through the snow, lines of tall thin trees stand at the horizon, and wispy lines of clouds look down. Abandoned windmills age the skyline, like wrinkles around the eyes. ~ Shawn Smucker, Writer My friend Shawn hits a home run with his piece today. He deals with the issues of guilt and shame with a very light touch. Dont miss it. sethhaines/church/2933/
Posted on: Thu, 30 Jan 2014 12:33:47 +0000
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