the cigarette smoke fades softly into the dark and humid night along this ridge in Penn’s woods– making my memories of flat Ohio landscapes and golden rolls of hay disappear, dissolve and drift upon the strong and swift Allegheny
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Voices in Time by Pamela Ireland Duffy
For years, we sat in silence tearing out our eyes for fear of darkness, biting off our tongues for fear of lies for years fearful and lost whilst gaolers jangled keys and swaggered and echoe…
