The other day it was raining. The clouds were impossibly low, skimming the tops of buildings as they scuttled across eastern Michigan on their way to somewhere nice. The rain fell not so much as drops but as a fine, coating mist that moistened rather than drenched. A pack of stray dogs picked their way […]
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http://www.patheos.com/blogs/goodletters/2018/10/morning-in-a-forgotten-neighborhood/
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