tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405051021303762714.post2243128007312232173..comments2023-11-28T13:23:54.713-06:00Comments on Your Man For Fun In Rapidan: The People Who Learned To HideBrad Zellarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14794486622610791227noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405051021303762714.post-57583899776445257412016-12-15T13:44:44.658-06:002016-12-15T13:44:44.658-06:00I love reading this again. You know what my mind &...I love reading this again. You know what my mind & eyes both see. Our setting & upbringing formed that poetic awareness bathed in sorrow & truth. It was the train whistle, the hog cut that permeated the cells of the town's very core, the DQ, and fireflies & banana seats...They, oddly with injustice, created these lonely souls....but transformation produces artists & storytellers who gleen light onto the dark places; hence, spotlighting hope & the need to believe. Merry Christmas, my friend. Keep the joy & magic that this season always seems to afford you! - Michelle FimonAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405051021303762714.post-74137189674388157472016-12-15T13:09:28.124-06:002016-12-15T13:09:28.124-06:00So sadly beautiful. Thank you for seeing. And tell...So sadly beautiful. Thank you for seeing. And telling.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4405051021303762714.post-3411224753098151502010-12-18T16:14:25.772-06:002010-12-18T16:14:25.772-06:00Thankyou.Thankyou.herhimnbrynhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01182397064631016552noreply@blogger.com