deb scott

 

 

 

We remember it differently. Who was in the house. Who wasn’t.
The shape of the tree in later summer, whether the coffee was
strong enough. Whether spirits drifted or were lifted.

 

 

 

by Deb Scott
enjoy more of Deb’s work on Stoney Moss

 
check out other posts this april from Couplets: a multi-author poetry blog tour

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deb scott

7 thoughts on “deb scott

    1. angie werren says:

      thanks — it’ll do for now. 😉 still too many words, but oh well.
      (I’d like one that made all the ‘posting info’ invisible…)

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