My home

Sap clings to the evergreen trees surrounding my house made of brick. Insects call to each other and bats fly between the trees. The summer sky hold stars dimmed by the light of Denver, a city of people contrasting the quiet of the Rocky Mountains. I sit on the moonlit porch, feeling the summer breeze pull at my short hair. Colorado. A state of mostly flat farmland, interrupted by the sharp mountains. Where wildlife is yet to leave. Where the air is thin and dry. I love this state.

e.r.b

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