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Crunchy grass, withered
flowers; my yard’s a desert.
I smile as dark
clouds hang low overhead. Birds
stop singing. I smile: Rain.
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Lisa Post
I am a wife, mother of 7, student, and writer. I love to write fiction, poetry, and humorous non-fiction. In my spare time, I love to quilt, read, and drink lots of coffee and oolong tea.
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