Full Circle
FULL CIRCLE She glanced back at nature’s tapestry, that’s what her mom called this place. All she saw were barren fields and dilapidated electric poles. She daydreamed of walking those old rusted wires all the way to some concrete circus, slacklining like a ballerina on a tightrope. Her mother warned her about wasting time. Big city dreams are like candles in the sky, Read More …