Ripe peaches
a dust bowl story
In those days, seemed like there was a storm every week. When there wasn’t, the dust blew around so much anyhow, they started thinking the sky would never be blue again.
That Sunday morning, they woke to a sky as blue as anyone remembered. The girls played with the dog, chasing the chickens around the dirt lawn. The ga…
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