And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these
...
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And still I'm traipsing through the fields
of wildflowers and grass and foxtails. Beyond
these
...
[+]
Tomorrow will mark a year since I had my stroke. It's an occasion that, according to my daughter, Ginny, I should view as important. But I've spent enough time staring at death; I don't want to think ... [+]
