NaPoWriMo Day #11: big things
“I can remember when I was a little young girl, how my old mammy would sit out of doors in the evenings and look up at the stars and groan, and I would say, Mammy what makes you groan so? And she would say, “I am groaning to think of my poor children; they do not know where I be, and I don’t know where they be. I look up at the stars and they look up …
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