The world has been spinning for about twenty minutes now. It is the top of the fourth day of my horse-pack trip into the High Sierras. After a long day of riding my legs were weak, I stepped over a rill meandering through the grass, sank into the moss and lost my balance. My fall was shortstopped by a jagged branch jutting upward from a slumbering log that lodged in my rib cage.
Will the Lost Angel survive?
Read more here; http://www.tripatini.com/profiles/blogs/a-taste-of-lost-angel
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I walk in beauty on the good red road.
Linda Ballou
www.lindaballouauthor.com
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