Walkin’ the blues away
With just enough ice to support her twenty-three pounds, she came running down a hill becoming airborne, her beagle ears flapping in the wind.
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Summer remembered
Summer, remembered. It was once suggested to me by a friend in rural Missouri who lived in an old Sears and Roebuck house—a Victorian beauty without a lick of insulation—that old houses keep cool all summer because they have not yet completely thawed from winter. Like that old house retaining winter, I would like to… Continue reading Summer remembered
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