Boston, you are a wise old city. Why do you dress so young? I should be tripping over your broken cobblestones, not searching for them.
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I am the light.
Sunbeams slant through open sky, slip and seep through fluttering golden leaves, and peek through panes of old glass before settling upon th...
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One weekend every year, The Mini-Unit travels somewhere together and this February, we bused from Boston to New York City. The Mini-Unit ... -
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“Can you put all the cold stuff together? Double bag please, they ALWAYS break....and bread on top.” I agree with their requests like ...
This blog gets better and better every time I look. I like to wait and only click it once a month, to better recognize the huge leaps of change in your writing and style. And the photography really keeps pace with the writing. You are a blossoming talent.
ReplyDeleteKeep up the good work, Partner.