October 17, 2014

Once or twice a week I cycle on the back roads past an old farm. There is a white clapboard house with laundry hanging on the line, a decrepit swing set. They have one of those inflatable blue pools. There are no annuals hanging in baskets and no attempt at landscaping...

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