Ristosan's Journal

By ristosan

Comin' Thru The Rye

by Julie London

The morning dew mad the awns of rye glisten in the morning sun.

My mother was certain when we arrived to see her that this is the day when she will pass away. Happily, she was  more positive when we left as also my sister appeared, returning temporarily from her holiday destination.

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