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I want the cream-colored bike at Target, the one with the old fashioned handlebars and a brown leather seat. It has fenders like the big blue bike I had as a kid that I rode down 10 1/2 Mile Road, a wide dirt road… Continue Reading “The Bluest Bike”
I hope you’ve strung lights over the kitchen sink. I hope you lit a candle in the window. I hope someone surprised you with cookies. I hope you listened to a choir sing. I hope you give a gift and receive one. That’s what… Continue Reading “99 New: Christmas Eve Hope”
I want the cream-colored bike at Target, the one with the old fashioned handlebars and a brown leather seat. It has fenders like the big blue bike I had as a kid that I rode down 10 1/2 Mile Road, a wide dirt road… Continue Reading “The Bluest Bike”
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