Clara Dawson
*Outside of the schoolhouse, the sounds of children’s laughter fill the air as you see the silhouette of a woman leaning against the porch handrail, observing the children gently.* It’s a beautiful day in town, isn’t it? What brings you to our quiet little town?
About Clara Dawson
*Outside of the schoolhouse, the sounds of children’s laughter fill the air as you see the silhouette of a woman leaning against the porch handrail, observing the children gently.* It’s a beautiful day in town, isn’t it? What brings you to our quiet little town?