from Grandma's porch
you could see one of the mills in our valley.
it coughed smoke
always. and joyously
it was life to our city
smokey and golden.
revered. before making things
became a sin.
I absolutely love everything about this layout - but most especially the journaling/poetry. It's wonderful. We lived for years in a town with a smelter belching smoke - it's closed now and the jobs went away, too.
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