We hear the outside world from inside our mothers’ wombs, while sleeping, and after all other senses have lost their grip, we hear from our deathbeds.
Author: Camille Armantrout
Camille lives with her soul mate Bob in the back woods of central North Carolina where she hikes, gardens, cooks, and writes.
When life gives you a rainy morning, spend it looking at wet animals.
When we stumbled upon the pipe yesterday, we had no idea what manner of material it might convey.
Our recent beach trips have met with obstacles, but that trend will soon end.
How intention and persistence eventually win the day.