Somewhere between a pen and paper. Dirty toes and fingertips of adventure.
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Stories by MorganOdom
Away
As I sat alone in the tiny cottage, I could feel the light summer breeze dance around my bare shoulders. All...
A Pine Divinity
Old bark is formed as a book. Tiny memories scatter between the rough surfaces. Time moves in between the cre...
Cabinets of Fourth Charleston
"I sincerely apologize for the abrupt manner in which this letter is reaching you dear Charlotte. My luc...