The Shipwreck Rose: Deep and Crisp and Even
The older I get, the less happy I am about the dark afternoons. Sunset brings us down. We have to fight, fight against the dying of the light.
The older I get, the less happy I am about the dark afternoons. Sunset brings us down. We have to fight, fight against the dying of the light.
Thoughts on a 13-year-old mouth liberated from braces.
When the Cuban missile crisis had everyone on tenterhooks, I, a collegian then, was pretty much oblivious.
A public education debate has been raging between cursive and printing enthusiasts for several decades now.
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