Hobnail. Crystal Arbogast

Fannie Poteet sat cross-legged on her Uncle John's front porch; her favorite rag doll clutched under one arm. The late afternoon sun shone through the leaves of the giant oak tree, casting its flickering light on the cabin. This golden motion of light entranced the child and she sat with her face turned upward, as if hypnotized. The steady hum of conversation flowed from inside of the cabin. 🍓 Запрещённое в соцсетях искусство — t.me/kartiny/5953     "Ellen, I'm sure happy that you came to church with us today.…