The hiss of early morning sprinklers reminded you of the rattlesnakes back home. It made you instinctively curl your toes inward and pull your feet back. This place could not be more different from home. This place was behind a mechanized wrought iron gate. A labyrinth of cul de sacs, grass so green it lookedContinue reading “Hiss”
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Alisan Keesee 