Saturday, October 7, 2006
I Guess I Miss My Daughter More Than I Thought
I always think of Fall in idyllic terms: the leaves, shed in mauves and yellows, drifting serenly across the still-green grass as I move across the lawn, my eyes trained on the tree tops. But, in reality, it is always associated with such frantic searching and hurrying. There always seems to be some...
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