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When you’re a child you learn there are three dimensions Height, width and depth Like a shoebox Then later you hear there’s a fourth dimension Time –Ron Padgett My husband knows I’m in a bad place emotionally when I start texting him Zillow listings of houses for sale. He knows the situation is especially severe…
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After all these years I have finally come to name that August is a tricky month for me to navigate.
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Around the edge of our house, in the side garden, there rests a weatherworn fence. And lounging against this fence you’ll find two hydrangea bushes.
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