Purple streaks across the sky,
oranges and reds,
set the autumn sun
over prairie grasses,
tan and yellow blowing,
waving under wind.
Any wonder why
I love this world
embracing me?
Duane L Herrmann was surprised to find himself in 1951 on a prairie farm. Still trying to make sense of that, he’s grown fond of grass waving under wind, trees, and moonlight. He survived a traumatic, abusive childhood embellished with dyslexia, ADHD (both unknown at the time), cyclothymia, now, PTSD.
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Selected by the editor as a featured submission, September 2022
Whispers and Echoes 
Simply beautiful!
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