24 May
2007
By the wayside
Our desination model Sunday was a roadside cliff in northeastern Pennsylvania that my friend L. remembered from complete dive some seven years before. To gather her describe it, it was a authentic hanging garden of moss and ferns and wildflowers, and she had jotted energetic notes to that impression in the margins of her atlas. We looked in favour of over an hour, and never re-build
Oh sure, we found the road she’d marked in the atlas, but it wasn’t the one she remembered. The cliff was neither as overpriced nor as wet nor as rich; she didn’t serene detect it. The road .........
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