It hasn't rained in nearly two weeks. The ground is hard and the dirt cloud from the gravel at the top of our road kicks all the way down the mountain. The bugs are thriving and their sound mixed, with the haze of the sun, create a lull in the stagnant air.
Read MoreThere's this book I picked up in Fayetteville, West Virginia in a diner that had been built in side an old church, that was also a plastic mug souvenir shop and a used book store. It's called "The Big Wave" by Pearl S. Buck.
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