A True Trice’s Print

Where all the stories of my moments belong. Listed in the order they have appeared.


Down the Barrel

dsc_0042-nefStretching legs over hills, winded breaths plague me but do not influence my movement enough to make a difference. Something in-between me and it has caught me in a rapture. I can barely feel the tight compact grass beneath my feet as I continue, heavy gun slung in hand…

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