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begin

After the grandchildren leave— and I am certain the same was true when their parents were their age— our carpets, in fact, all horizontal surfaces, are littered—nay, saturated— with what could be confetti, but is more likely small visible bits … Continue reading

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simple

You can trust a child to see with the clarity of an ant this crumb be food to scream at dinner and throw beet juice at a white suit when the universe is misaligned Oh, that children could vote.

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impossible*

We all know that you can’t rhyme “silver” but think for a moment of cousin Wilbur who said the same is true for “orange” before he left us all to forage for the laces green and purple of his Myrtle’s … Continue reading

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