Springtime in Walla Walla
Undulating hills of green, fields of onions, vistas for miles, and grapevines dotting the landscape.
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“When I am writing, my problems become invisible, and I am the same person I always was. All is well. I am as I should be.”
April has nearly come and …
Far from the city’s dust and heat,
I get but sounds and odors sweet.
Who can wonder I love to stay,
Week after week, here hidden away,
In this sly nook that I love best—This little brown house like a …