As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face feathered, and his heart throbbed with music.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
Dogwood Blues
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved
As he farmed, hard labor left his hands callused, the sun bleached his hair, his face feathered, and his heart throbbed with music.
— Brenda Sutton Rose
Dogwood Blues
© Spoligo | 2025 All rights reserved