I guess it was maybe ‘78 or ‘79, I knew a woman a handful of years older than me with a child’s smile and laughter that lived deep in her soul. Her name was Virginia.
Oh William, I could read your offerings 'til the cows come home. You surely have a wonderful gift.
You describe scenes so beautifully, that the reader is drawn right into each one.
Why, I can still hear the crackling of that fire and see Virginia's silhouette as she plays that banjo on the porch.
God bless you and thank you and know that, for at least one of your subscribers, you make my day.
Thank you so much for this beautiful comment! Its people like you that keep me going... again, thank you!
William, I am part Luddite. I have only now discovered where replies etc., are found.
Thank you. Your writing is a pleasure to read.
Oh William, I could read your offerings 'til the cows come home. You surely have a wonderful gift.
You describe scenes so beautifully, that the reader is drawn right into each one.
Why, I can still hear the crackling of that fire and see Virginia's silhouette as she plays that banjo on the porch.
God bless you and thank you and know that, for at least one of your subscribers, you make my day.
Thank you so much for this beautiful comment! Its people like you that keep me going... again, thank you!
William, I am part Luddite. I have only now discovered where replies etc., are found.
Thank you. Your writing is a pleasure to read.