InspiraGrams

Writings from Afar

The Neighbors

The sweat dripped off his forehead as Truman sat on the beam they had just placed, while he looked out over the prairie.  The wind blew as the tall grasses swayed musically for miles around him.  This would be a bountiful place to build his future, and the future of his descendants. He quickly focused […]

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