Nothing else matters, Even if I get upset, My homes nit yet on my.own land, In Sawyer County, Near where my granddad bought three hundred acres in the nineteen thirties, In Chipquamigan National Forest, Where my dad and baby sisters remains rest, Where the heavens gently kisses the surface of Cub Lake, My first fictionContinue reading “Coming home”
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