The afternoon was hot. His grandfather said they needed to work further than the fields. He knew that meant in the brook. His grandfather didn’t ask permission to live his life. Men from town said they weren’t suppose to use the water from the brook, but they needed it. He could smell the corn growing.
Photo taken by me.
mtaggartwriter 
People are only people to themselves
When others are
there are always rules to follow
That’s why there is spaces in between the houses
What they can’t see would hurt
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How’s tricks these days my friend
Sleeping when you can
Eating when…
Hope all is going well
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Busy! The room is ready and it could be any day now. Excited, nervous, happy… We’re ready! That and I’m on the final ‘curve’ of the book. I hope to finish it and send to an agent asap. How are things on your end?
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Sometimes I miss New England.
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