Nebraska Sun

Sometimes we are a lone tree, of an abandoned landscape.

Survival

My sister and I found ourselves cruising the town with our mother the other day. I must say it was quite the adventure we had! We stopped counting the red lights our mother ran...partly because we couldn't count that high and because we knew that by knowing such a figure it wouldn't increase our chances at survival! -No worries though...we all survived, to tell our tale!!