Small stone, Vol 2, #10

The chir of nighttime insects and the wide dark blue of the moonlight sky over the Texas Hill Country is not nearly as pleasant as a long, late-night conversation with my brother on our parents’ back deck.


(Oops! I missed last week’s “small stone”! But I forgive myself, because I was preparing to fly across an ocean at the time.)

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