There is a pervasive state of decay to this city. The relentless heat and moisture tear everything from structures to streets slowly apart. There is a charm in that though. Life goes on, sometimes ending, but always rising in another form.
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Marshall Square Park
We had been at the hospice with Dave's mother all that week. I stopped to take this as we...
It's sad to say this...
Well, here goes... It’s time to answer some questions and say, “yes, we are moving.” Dave...
Duck inna Window
This was an anniversary present I don't know how many years ago from Dave. Wind it up and it...
Who Could Forget?
At this time of year we need to stop and think about all the truly wonderful things we have to be...