Winter’s Heart, winter’s tears

Looking into the backyard, most of the snow is melted, there is a thick mat of dead brown leaves on the grass. Fog has shrouded the trees. Looks like it should be spooky, but all I see is the neglect and the creeping disorder. That Larry loved his yard so much, that he never letContinue reading “Winter’s Heart, winter’s tears”

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