I’ve been writing less lately. I know. It’s been August, and August is vacation time. After years of my schooling, then my kid’s schooling, my brain just switches into vacation mode in August automatically. I go to Maine in my mind.
We went to Maine every year when I was a kid. Mom would rent a cheap cabin in Waldoboro that had electricity but no runnin…
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