Donita, Donita Bery eg het slay ae fot. Ye bane, sa tet tg He fee BE ans Che ta ae ple wt tea ‘Where Bagls Fly Berry 1 ‘twas mid June; time to start cutting the Irises back, if Thad any. Steven and Lar driving 1 Santa Fe, ‘Arkansas from Wichita Kansas. He has a sles cll o make inte Fin hill of Arkanss. 1 feel realy strange without the kids, riding through fown after town working on acros stitch projet in the front passenger seat. I watched the houses and yards go by picking out the things I ike trying to collect ideas or my own one day. Having o give the kids up because | vas homeles is one ofthe hardest things | have ever had to do. Mikhaels first birthday was months ago and I haven't seen hen S months. At least know she is laughing and happy and being spoiled by her Aunt and grandparents. Why couldn't her dad be lke them? I asked Steven if he thought I even had aright to got her back since she's so happy and their so happy and I'm not exactly sel sufficient. I dont think she will even remember me, What i they ‘won't etme have her? Stacey, Karen, and Adam they are in Florida; Mikhael sin Kansas, how did I get so messed up? ‘Steven pulled over on the shoulder ofthe highway. He say's “look, tll me what you se" It was amazing: there were rolling hil after rolling hills as fara the eye could see; big hills bu not mountains, and they jus rolled one after another right ito avast sweeping sky of red and orange. There were shadows of clouds floating cross «green carpet of grass that covered every hill insight. There was & farm house onal here and one on a hill here but mostly it was ths long highway winding itself through a valley of hills, it was ike driving into a picture. ‘Steven go out and came around t open the door. “Come on” e say's. He takes my hand and starts polling me toward the fence that is running along side the road. I stop dead in my racks end tell him “we ‘can't raw over that Fence, we will gt into trouble.” Hesay’s “come on, noone will eae, we're ust ing to climb that rock and watch the eagles fly. About fifty yards onthe other side of the Fence was @ ‘mound of smooth grayish boulders standing at least 5 stories high; never in my life have I ever blatantly trespased, Afler some persuading, Steven convinced me that f anyone cared we would eave leouldn’t resist I wanted to know what it fet ike to stand on top of that rock and be surrounded by that sky which vas now streaked with bands of yellow and pink, causing purple and grey shadows to whisk trou the edges of glowing red shy] Tho physical exertion ater siting in the car for so long made my heart pound. | could almost feel the blood pumping through my veins every time I pulled myself up. Steven stopped at every tricky spot to ‘give me a and and make sure my fot was ona sure rock. Once he got to the top he reached over the ‘edge and pulled me up over the rm. | was glad to reach the top and sit down. The breeze was stronger up there and it had afresh smell that made you want ofl your lungs up 2 times more than thei normal size twas nostalgic, ike all you have to dois climb up out of your troubles and life canbe fresh. Sitting up ‘there holding Stevens hand I felt the breeze with that heavenly smell and we basked in the fading glow of the sunset. By he time we gt ak oh cr my heat new, just that could pat our nes back tog agin] but that I would put them together.