SCARLET IBIS STUDIOS

Written in Love by Gail A. Ward The sun was streaming through the windows of the van and the lines on the road began running together forming one continuous line leaving a trail from Atlanta to Savannah. It was a very exciting day. Early morning in Georgia. Dew still on the blades of grass, shimmering as Mother Sun forced her way into the bright smile of daylight. As I sat in the back seat behind my Father, I started to ponder all of the things that had happened to me that