VALLEY OF BONES


 Once I thought I would like for my bones to be spread about in this valley.  This scene just gave me a feeling of peace.  Not anymore. 
I've come to realize that being surrounded by my ancestors who traveled the bayou's and sat underneath the oaks is where I might find my peace.  And just in case someone wants to dance, and I'll be in good company. 

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