The little reeds bowed low and sang a mournful song,…bending to the force of the wind. — Aesop They warn the winds will rage fierce today, warm winds, tall winds, wild west-southwesterly winds that will shudder our homes, shake loose the frail branches, scatter dandelions and tumbleweeds, and such winds bring a disquiet, an unsettlingContinue reading “Shake Loose the Frail Branches”
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