A quiet moment within the summer night. The sound of cicadas breaking the silence. Crickets are playing hymns of forgotten songs. I remember the stories my mother used to tell. The days’ people walked for miles hoping to change the devil’s ways.

Every Moment is a Story.
A quiet moment within the summer night. The sound of cicadas breaking the silence. Crickets are playing hymns of forgotten songs. I remember the stories my mother used to tell. The days’ people walked for miles hoping to change the devil’s ways.