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The mountain lactates -
sweet milk runs down steep valleys
the people rejoice
Sometimes It's Like That and That'sThe Way It Is
It was the late 1960s, and ten-year-old Gloria Coleman was standing with her grandmother on the side of the highway waiting for the bus. As the Greyhound pulled up, it seemed monstrous and intimidating. Grandma Elizabeth grabbed Gloria's hand, holding it tightly as they boarded.
By Cheryl E Preston4 days ago in Fiction
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