This is right in my parents' back yard. These are the lands I romped in and explored as a free-range child in the summers when the farm was my grandparents'. These are the lands that fostered my imagination and made me who I am today. What's happening there really hurts.
Flash Fiction: Don’t Forget the Veg…
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As Joel looked through the kitchen cupboard this evening, what he saw could
best be described as “organized chaos”. Oh wait, no, it wasn’t even
organized. ...
3 hours ago
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