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9:57am The Little Rock

Sundays are still the same, the breeze still cool, the tea still warm. Radiance’s Songs, Sunday’s songs are still playing, dancing in the breeze with the backdrop of the parrots chatter. Hank Locklin’s, “please help me, I’m falling…” reminding me of the men I’ve loved. The man I love that lives in the land ofContinue reading “9:57am The Little Rock”