The Heights Whisper Low
A gentle reminder from a harsh place
Vantage fit for god
Yet snowed stone stoops to whisper,
"Friend, you are but naught"
About the Creator
R. Justin Freeman
Rambler slowing so my kids can start rambling. Done everything from cattle ranching to law enforcement, clergy work to retail, writing to living in Canada's far north. I try to let all of it inform my writing, but current focus is SaHDs.
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