wilsie flashback

this is me holding wilsie clover for possibly the first time at lake barkeley in kentucky. in the background you can see cousins fishing.

this trip was definitely the happiest and most at peace i have ever been in my entire life. every day i would swim in our little cove as blue gill would jump over me, blue heron would call out from the thick forests, and sometimes osprey would swoop me trying to catch fish. no computers, no phones, and it was quite a drive to town. walking at night was pitch black. i would later find out the poet joe bolton was from around here, the closest town of cadiz kentucky, and likely buried in the cemetery we walked by late at night.

this is her ripping out my earring, as mentioned in the previous post.