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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The Darkest Eggs
Infinite light - it hums within all things. Even the darkest eggs eventually crack, spilling white and yellow. So when you meet or confront ...
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She pulls her index and middle fingers to her mouth and sticks her tongue between them. "What does this mean?" Mom asks, frighte... -
I am the introvert hostess hiding inside her bathroom. G uests arrive to my writings on the wall, to platters of awkward tension and to ... -
She held a box of crackers and a couple of other things in her hands, which I cannot remember now. And as her three items went beep, beep...
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.