Traces - Story Fragments
On my walk, crossing so many traces of stories yearning to be told. A misplaced golfball close to a golf course, its owner lost in the search. The hoof prints of a small horse escaped or out for a Sunday caper. The tyre marks of a tractor or a four-wheel-drive off the beaten track. A paper trail of hankies … Continue reading "Traces"
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