Orphans
Marsha Lee Berkman
In my memory it is always summer. Winters in the middle of the country where I grew up were freezing, bitter, and dismal, but the summers were usually fiercely hot and humid. Not so good during the day if you had to be out working in it, but wonderful in the evenings after supper, when it had cooled off. more
Friday, April 4, 2008
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