The gloom of the day said its last lines, and the heavy curtains of rain parted. Evening took center stage, and with it came a monologue of clouds, dressed as…
She Ran the Bluegrass. It was supposed to be difficult, a rollercoaster of hills. But she kept keeping on. Never slowing and power blooming in her bones with every passing…
She Ran the Bluegrass. It was supposed to be difficult, a rollercoaster of hills. But she kept keeping on. Never slowing and power blooming in her bones with every passing…
