Once Upon a Time….

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                This is a reblog from February 28th, 2015.  The Indian summer began like any other when I was twelve years old growing up in the small colonial era farming community of Granby, Connecticut. The last fields of the summer harvest had been shorn of their corn, alfalfa, …

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                           The Boy     Beneath the forest canopy, she heard a slight rustle and then she saw him. His long slender legs moved with an effortless grace like a white-tailed deer through the brambles and bushes. He leaped dancer-like over decaying logs and …

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