Photo prompt: Dale Rogerson “I want to go up, Papa!” He looked down at the downy head, at the small frail finger pointing at the Big Wheel. “It is too high, Son.” Your heart can’t take the excitement, he thought but didn’t say. The rain made tracks on his cheeks but he didn’t wipe … Continue reading Meet The Rain
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