On New Year’s Eve, driving home along a narrow road with a birthday cake for my gardener, my heart felt buoyant with year-end ...
Sunday: Partly sunny and windy, with a high of 75 and low of 39 degrees.
It could sound like a train wreck or a choir of perfectly-intonated angels. It doesn’t matter to your local karaoke jockeys ...
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