Postcards from nowhere

It’s cold in the RV, but the air is thick and wet outside.

The sun sets later here than in other places. When it does set, there is no light pollution to keep you from seeing the stars and sunlight reflecting off other planets.

As I was walking River this morning before the sunrise, I looked at the moon and told her that it wasn’t really all that far away. “Maybe, we could go,” I said to her.

She seen less than interested, so I guess we’ll do that another day.

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B.A. Burgess

Barbara Burgess is a writer which is made apparent by the text in this box and the box above. She is best known for being a multi-genre/multi-writing voice author who throws caution to the wind when describing her writing career - "Oh, I write children's books, holiday romance, and sci-fi. Why? What do you do? Just one thing?" In addition to being a writer of all the things, she is the founder of Pilgrim Fowl Press and a writing facilitator bringing permission to write to the masses via Skillshare and Udemy. The only social media she frequents is Instagram (@hellothisisbarbara). Her desert island movie is Stargate (the original with James Spader), and she has been taking daily mug shots of her morning coffee since before Instagram was even a thing.

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