Memories of manna and gravy

Posted 5/25/23

I woke up to the rooster's crow, just as the sun began to peek over the hills. It was a typical Tennessee morning, filled with the sounds of nature and the sweet aroma of dew-kissed grass. As I stretched my weary limbs, I couldn't help but feel blessed, like manna from heaven had fallen on my little piece of land.

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