"I remember that night well. The harvest moon. The warm crackle of the bonfire. The tasty s'mores, the crisp autumnal breeze that evening. The night our Girl Scout troop locked Alice in the outhouse and hurled wet sponges at her when we let her out. God, was it really so long ago? That faraway night. Happy times."
Monday, October 15, 2007
Wistful Thinking
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