“May the spirit open the right doors at the right time
and lead you where you are meant to go.”
~ Unknown
blue night
I adore days like this. Cold. Drizzly. Dark by five. There’s something about such days that stir my brain. The only thing better would have been if I’d sipped coffee and written stories all day. I’ve got a million of them just waiting to hit the page. That, of course, has nothing to do with the Joe B. Hall bronze outside the Wildcat Coal Lodge, apart from the fact that he looked cold and drizzly in sodium light. I’ll just leave him here for you to enjoy.
blue Joe two
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