“It is Pitch Black. I Feel the Leaves Crunching Under My Bare Feet.” Submitted by @mmbuchholz

It is pitch black. I feel the leaves crunching under my bare feet. I wish I had worn shoes. The darkness is quickly turning to gray as the promise of dawn approaches. It isn’t as early as you’d think—likely pushing seven or seven-thirty instead of the four or five in the morning you’d think because... Continue Reading →

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