The woman—dark hair with hints of auburn, the back scooped up in an invisible comb—dances down the aisle of the grocery store between the boxes of cereals and the baking goods. Pushing her cart, she sways to the store’s muzak, … Continue reading →
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horse servant, and cat-slave,
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and the company of good friends.
New places, new ideas,
and old wisdom.
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