Patrice Sarath

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Guadalupe River

Gordath Wood

Ever wonder what a morrim looks like?

Joe drove the back roads from the farm, winding his ancient Impala around the narrow country lane, a cold beer between his knees. He passed Balanced Rock, hulking off the highway, a massive boulder sitting lightly on three small rocks. He shivered for a second. His grandmother had a saying: Read more…

By Patrice Sarath, 16 yearsSeptember 29, 2009 ago
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