my dad always taught me to never be afraid of turning down a road. he’d say, ...
The green handled shovel fit perfectly in a tall kitchen garbage bag and with a two ...
I never saw a discontented tree. They grip the ground as though they liked it, and ...
Of all the ruinous and desolate places my uncle had ever beheld, this was the most ...
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By its very nature the beautiful is isolated from everything else. From beauty no road leads ...
Those who live by the sea can hardly form a single thought of which the sea ...
As a child, I always requested “Cabbage and Meatballs” for my birthday dinner. It was one ...
It was one of those screen doors with a spring to ensure it closed behind a ...
i’m going to cook this weekend. take my grandmother’s recipes, add the spices of the deep ...