A Walk Through Time

Every town has a church, and every church has a bell.

In the small towns and villages, as night falls, the people come alive. Couples stroll along the narrow streets, sometimes hand in hand; The occasional man or woman hurries along, as though fearing to be late for who knows what; children of all ages scurry about, shouting and laughing, sometimes crying. The church bells call out cadence to all that happens and all that does not.

Published by Bud Pierce justplainbud

Hi, I'm Bud! I'm an old guy that not too long ago decided I would attempt to document my childhood, write a few short stories, and the occasional poem. I really hope this works out for me!

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