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All postcards say, I wish you were here; but I don’t. You’d be bored here. There’s nothing to do, and […]
All postcards say, I wish you were here; but I don’t. You’d be bored here. There’s nothing to do, and […]
Each night as I floss my teeth, I feel a pull in opposite directions. Generally, I hope my diligence has
This year the rains were so generous the yellow mustard so unstinting the California poppies so opulent the lupins so
We never were this postcard couple matching strides mountainous dreams. We never were but hints and steam a captured longing