A blog about stories - the stories we tell, the stories we don't tell, and the stories we need to stop telling.
Sunday, September 15, 2013
A patchwork of sounds
Today, I was lying in the grass on a picnic blanket in a park, reading a book, and hearing the clip clop of horse hooves from a carriage ride all at the same time. In the middle of the city. It was glorious.
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