The wash of wind. The flat land stretching to the mountains. Sunset.
Heavy work week. Nephew in trouble and I can’t do anything about it. No time to write. Barely keeping relationships intact. And then I dream. I dream of:

From the Land of Cowboys to You; or, The Modern Buckaroo’s Guide to the World
The wash of wind. The flat land stretching to the mountains. Sunset.
Heavy work week. Nephew in trouble and I can’t do anything about it. No time to write. Barely keeping relationships intact. And then I dream. I dream of: