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Memory garden

Memory garden

Every morning when I walk out my front door to work, I see a pinwheel spinning in one of my flower pots in the garden. Some mornings it is whizzing quickly, a purple blur of color with a backdrop of dark green tiger lily leaves. On still days, the five leaves stare...
Free to a good home

Free to a good home

The elaborate black mailbox down the street caught my eye as I drove past on the way to work. One day, I decided to pull over on the way home and take a closer look. It wasn’t a mailbox at all, but a “Little Free Library” filled with books. According to the sign on...