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The two of them lounged on the grassy hill, she barefoot, he in his flip-flops, watching the wind blow wishes from a patch of dandelions into the air and around the foot of the hill. Her toes...
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As I look out my kitchen window, a vast emptiness consumes the view. The tree is gone. I love my small property in suburban Philadelphia more than I can explain. Sure, I can’t stand the neighbors, the...
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