A Sense of Longing

I long for that place where I can leave it all behind…

Where an image from the removal of bats fueled a story…

Where water glistens with the overhead sun and makes an imperfect mirror.

Where traversing the back bayou allows me to be with baby alligators, turtles, and herons.

But that damn Hurricane Isaac damaged it. I cannot go there now. I must wait. I long for that place.

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