Twenty-seven years ago today I became Mrs. Mark Johnson, such a grown up title for a twenty two year old girl.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Twenty-seven years ago today I became Mrs. Mark Johnson, such a grown up title for a twenty two year old girl.
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Kim and I both paused mid-crouch, the rock specimens we were excitedly gathering to take home temporarily set aside as we focused on the distinct popping of shotgun fire in the distance.
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