Main Street Madness by Mary McBeth
But I don’t say that, instead I will say that I’m going to build a Tiny House, and ditch the double-wide. That way they will be awed instead by my quirky ingenuousness, and believe I want to live here. Not that I have to because I am broken, by promises and their men, profound overwhelming sadness and disappointment, and the relentless strivings of city life. Besides, I own this un-sellable land. I have nowhere else to belong. It’s hard barren dirt is in my blood.
Author Mary McBeth
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