Then I see our plane nose daringly into
And there is nothing,
Nothing ahead or behind,
Nothing above nor below,
Nothing to see nor to do,
But to sit still, trusting...
From "Meditations on a Plane," by my great-grandmother, Lettie M. Reid, b. 1885.
For this week's Trifecta Writing Challenge,
we were to post thirty-three of the best words we could find. I chose to post my great-grandmother's words. Having nine children and a farm and house to tend with her husband, Lettie Reid still managed to find time to write. I have no excuses for not writing.
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