The problem with taking a break from writing, when you were on a writing roll, is the feeling that when you return you should have something interesting to say. And that feeling makes it so you can't write at all. So I will simply say...
I'm back.
A blueberry lemonade, early summer evening, at a restaurant called The Village Porch. Cows graze as the sun begins to set on a field near where I grew up. Yes, the light is really like that.
What is a creemee, you ask?
A blueberry lemonade, early summer evening, at a restaurant called The Village Porch. Cows graze as the sun begins to set on a field near where I grew up. Yes, the light is really like that.
What is a creemee, you ask?
Though I've now lived the majority of my life in other places, when I go to Vermont, I call it going home.
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