INGLESIDE: MY GRANDMOTHER CLAGETT’S PLACE
A Story by Alice B. Clagett
7 December 2014
My Grandmother Clagett’s home Ingleside burned down some years ago. The lilac bush that bloomed so sweetly beneath her bedroom window is gone, and she herself long ago went on to a new Soul mission.
But the trees that once bordered the house are still there. The quartz pebbles are still singing in the driveway, though they are hard to find now that the grass has grown over all ’round. And the sun is still as magical as it was on the day she taught me how to talk with angels.
Image: “Pine Trees at the Site of Ingleside,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 December 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
Image: “Sunlight in the Pine Trees at the Site of Ingleside,” by Alice B. Clagett, 7 December 2014, CC BY-SA 4.0
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