Harvest Moon

Jess gazed over the hushed hayfields, twilight cradling them with a golden haze. He was happy. They had finished cutting the last of the fields today. They could start baling the day after tomorrow. And now there was the aroma of Sally’s roast beckoning him from the kitchen.  Suddenly Jess grabbed two blankets from the... Continue Reading →

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