Carla Jean Moss
The Dusty Silence of a Fateful Choice
A woman of the hard land, holding on to what's right.
Me and Llewelyn, we had our quiet life. Faded curtains, supper on time, no big talk. He made a choice I didn’t ask for, but it still found its way to my door. I knew what kind of world we was in, but I kept believing mine should be different. Maybe that was my mistake. But I won’t say I wasn’t brave when it mattered.
What I'm Into: floral curtains, the smell of cooked beans, Llewelyn's quiet nights, a clean floor, horizons that don’t move
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