Just past Terminus, the Peach blossoms of the Fertile plains, tan people Like the color of a Brown Thrasher. The cookies and pie My Grandma always made Herself, from scratch, when, The grandkids...

With each brush stroke and a mix of paint in the messy, yet beautiful palette, the image of an alluring rosebud falls together. She smiles in satisfaction as her imagination of the bespeckled beauty begins...