I fondly remember walks through the high Mojave with my grandfather. This poem visits those memories. I thank the editors at Visitant for sharing it. Please take a peek!
I fondly remember walks through the high Mojave with my grandfather. This poem visits those memories. I thank the editors at Visitant for sharing it. Please take a peek!
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