God Listens

When I was around 9, I lived in Paris, TX in a dumpy ol’ white house that, oddly enough, felt like home. There was a barn in the back yard. We lived next to a Braum’s, where I would get bacon cheeseburgers and root beer floats. Every so often, I would climb up in the barn and watch the animals. And I thought to myself, “I wish I could talk to the birds.”

Author: Jennifer Lawson

Philosopher. That is all.

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