Snapping and flapping in the breeze, gaily hued, overhead, or, in some cases, again, like the prayer flags at one zen center, faded from long exposure to local elements. Washed out colors that still symbolize hope for a future.
About the author:
Born and raised in a small town in East Texas, Kramer Wetzel spent years honing his craft in a trailer park in South Austin. He hates writing about himself in third person. More at KramerWetzel.com.
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