Dusk in the Mountains

Drew Hardesty

04 Sep 2025

View from the porch I called Home for 15 years.

Dusk in the mountains.

Boy sleeps on his mother’s arm.

I‘ll live forever.

Had a few 'technical difficulties' this morning, but I hope they are ironed out. Thanks again to Laurel Hunter for coming to the rescue.

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