Welcome to my woodfire,this virtual hearth, with the magic humming and the tea brewing and the books spilling over. That music in the background, that's my Honey playing his guitar, or it could be Addie Bell, my little mountain dulcimer or the rain on a tin roof, or the windriver singing way up high. Here in the hills, there's music everywhere you give a listen. So, sit a spell and lets listen together.
Saturday, January 7, 2012
Small Stones -- January 7
Dark night, wrong turn sends us snaking down a mountain, skids us through a valley with houses too large for the scenery, stories too full for the telling.
It was an accidental adventure. And what turned out to be most eerie was suddenly rounding a turn and coming in sight of a house we'd visited once, knowing where we were then, but knowing too, many of the place stories -- none of them too pleasant to recall on a dark night.
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Oh! An adventure!
Oh! An adventure!
It was an accidental adventure. And what turned out to be most eerie was suddenly rounding a turn and coming in sight of a house we'd visited once, knowing where we were then, but knowing too, many of the place stories -- none of them too pleasant to recall on a dark night.
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