Sunday, December 19, 2004A VISIT TO MY LOVERThe Boston Common was shrouded in fog. You could hardly see the Christmas lights that were haphazardly draped on the bare branches of those huge old oaks and maples that are home to way too many squirrels, winter, summer, spring and fall. I couldn't remember the last time I took the Red Line from... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 9:21 AM Comments (12) (link) |
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