Rhonda Anderson
Joined February 2021
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Just a dirt road girl living in a rat race world.
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Walking Mother Home
The rumble of the excavator shakes the decking where I stand. In front of me, trees fall in seemingly slow motion, sleepy giants hitting the ground with a force that I feel in my own chest as if it were I who had fallen. My face is wet with tears, but I can't stop grinning. I feel gratitude swell through me more poignantly than I can ever recall.
By Rhonda Anderson3 years ago in Families