Thursday, November 12, 2009
Small-Town Life
Today's muse: Wood and Pixels Narrative
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Small-Town Life
A quaint little village, it boasts one stop sign where Church and Main intersect. A casual wave at a passing car always elicits a response—be it a honk or a returned wave—as it’s more likely than not you know the driver. Either it’s someone you see at church on Sunday or his son bags your groceries on Saturday morning. Probably both.
A warm summer breeze dances with the laughter of children and flirts with clean laundry hanging on the line.
At night, families gather together to bow their heads in thanks and revel in the love and laughter shared at dinner.
A tiny place forgotten by many, but remembered by God.
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3 comments:
Dang girl, where'd you come from? Nice.
Another Stunner Monica...this would be a great story for Thanksgiving. Thank you for using my image as a prompt.
Dan
I wish....*sigh*. How the hell did I get stuck in the city?
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