I recall that morning. Everything was misty grey: the gravel road that kicked dust from the tires, the clouds above us, her sweatshirt adorned with the words, ‘Carmel- by-the-sea.’

We were so far north of Carmel.

Desperate for a break, hoping to convince myself, fears are paper tigers come to play, I’d left the city behind.

She stood there, familiar yet out of place.

Anna G. Watson

~ educator, aspiring writer, simple design and style

... knows how Dorothy can get home the whole time

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