Memphis frizzes my hair, hides the self-cut edges. Wet heat, salt tears. A funeral called me home. The red cedars drop pines in the wind, "The pines whisper to Jesus." Pines have always meant passage from one world to the next. Spring blooms even when we don't want it. #cnfskeet #tbt
Hah, I opened the app to make a post about #TinyTruth , then decided to search the hashtag to see if anyone had gotten the ball rolling. Hello, fellow #CNFtweet creator.
I think "skeet" is the colloquial term that people love to hate here, and nothing else has caught on yet. So... #CNFskeet? ;)
We lifted our eyes to the spire sky, delighted by the sight of heaven ascending. #cnfskeet #SavannahGA
