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 pulse in the air the vibration of sound of wind of movement I am wild I am the wild I am God's good harvest my body is gorg...
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In my denim skirt, floral blouse and old olive-green flats, I sit beside Scott in a small glass bank office. We are applying for our first... -
One weekend every year, The Mini-Unit travels somewhere together and this February, we bused from Boston to New York City. The Mini-Unit ...
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.