Lees

[michaelboy]

This small shack sat along Route 148 (across from Captina Creek near Mooney Hill) over fifty years ago. We would drive by it regularly on trips to visit extended family in Powhatan Point, Ohio. It was occupied by a man who would sometimes pleasantly wave as we passed. I often wondered how lonely and difficult of a life he might have had living there by himself.

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In days once of shame to ourselves
learning gathers now, a ripened fruit.

Would you have made it rain more or less or coax a single leaf by decrial of the sun?

The cask embodies the sum of experience and imparts flavor which imbrues our hearts.

We may chose to enjoy delicately from the top or to drain, as bitter life, detritus from the bottom