My hairdresser told me about her three year old granddaughter who liked to get really close to whoever she was talking to and stare right in their face. She was trying to teach her about ‘personal space’ when they were out in public….
A tree lined park, a shady path, a stream – things painters illustrate, writers help us imagine, and we often take for granted. Winding our way along such a path my husband noticed the bark of certain trees was peeling off and laying…
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