First, today, it was some writing and then I got wrapped up in rereading Charles Monroe's interview with the Federal Writers' Project in 1939 and was lulled-and-rocked-rocked-and-lulled from beginning to end. At the end of it all, I felt as if I were ready to burst out of a chrysalis and become, perforce, a beautiful butterfly.
A lullaby of small-town life and industrial-strength spirit ... if you have the time.
A lullaby of small-town life and industrial-strength spirit ... if you have the time.
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