A Small Puddle
Always, if we are open to it, a little bit of love.
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Art around Town
On the way to work. We cannot see beauty unless we pause to look; that may have us seem to lag behind those who are compelled to press forward for the impression of progress.
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In Which Ganesha Oversees the First Popsicles of the Season (Lemon-Strawberry)
The strawberries were very nearly mashed into juice by the hot walk from the Penn Quarter Fresh Farm Market Home, but no matter. I had intended to make them into popsicles. I couldn’t resist the bouquet from one of the farmers.
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