Tag Archives: Fiona Robyn

My most beautiful thing . . .

I grew up on the Oklahoma plains, but I never felt part of it until I moved away.  Then I realized that the place I came from is like my people.  Wild and raw and expansive.  With long horizon lines … Continue reading

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