I spent four days up at the cabin- trying to finish the first draft of my newest novel. One afternoon it finally rained. I watched the storm slowly crawl the lane, advancing across my neighbor's fields like the ghost of a Civil War soldier...
Slinging fat drops sideways across the back porch, its mist brushed my cheeks.
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Nancy,
I've been thinking about you today on the anniversary of your father's death. Thank you for sharing with your readers, giving us a glimpse of your wonderful father. Take care.
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