By: Jennifer Richardson Holt I am not sure what caused it but I seem to be waxing sentimental today. I thought it was a matter of me hearing the somewhat nostalgic moan of the breeze whistling against the windows during a moment of silence. I don’t suppose many people really have that much by wayContinue reading “And It’s Not Even Thanksgiving 2/21/2021”
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