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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Venom
My brother and I used to walk through the high desert east of L.A. with our grandfather when I was nine and Marty was seven. We walked far and had adventures we never shared with our grandmother, but I’ll share one now with you folks. Here’s a link to a poem: http://fictionique.com/?p=19683
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