Fireball Sun

The fireball sun recalled orange-slice smiles and puddle stained skirts from the day’s careless frolics. She was unconcerned with the passage of time, painted with mud splashes and oblivious even to the dinner bell, and her day’s accomplishments included garland crowns for her sisters and a mud tunnel nearly halfway to China. She didn’t know;Continue reading “Fireball Sun”

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