This time it stuck – slushed on the roads. Dry now.
Snow’s been falling. Finally let up.
It’s noon and picture shows signs of spring
trying to poke through.
"you shouldn't judge a book by its cover" - what lies beneath could bear an element of surprise
My aunt and paternal grandmother had made arrangements to take my cousin and me on a California adventure. I believe were about eight and...
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