It's a mysterious thing, the brain, the way it stores things up like song lyrics and then fires them straight to the heart when we least expect it. Right when we need the lyrics the most. Right in the middle of trying to clean ourselves up. Maybe the song was there all along. Read more [...]
I saw a man fishing at the lake yesterday. He wore black knee-high boots and stood in the water that came about halfway up his boots. I bet the water felt cold, as we’ve barely kicked the frost in Maryland. He just kept standing there in his baggy khakis draped over his boots, holding his [...]
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