Shopping at Target for school supplies takes us into the arms of August, summer’s last great hump. I smell the Ticonderoga pencil shavings already...
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With the window open, from my bed, the view is only grass. It doesn’t matter if it is raining or sunny– from here I have my square of green framed in white. My life in grass. In London, from the window of my office at Delaware Road — the first flat — my view...
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