Swanson Valley

Water on my side, dry on my family’s side Ali and I are in what appears to be a warehouse (area). After I have finished looking at what they had, I notice Ali (half hidden) talking to someone, who is sitting, so I go look some more. Ali is still talking when I come back, so I sit, and listen to a black, curvy (hourglass looking type shape) hand-held radio. There is a song playing titled “Swanson Valley”. It’s a bit countryish. By this time, Ali has come over and sat by me. I turn down the volume, but enough … Continue reading Swanson Valley