Becoming Restoried Reflections
#11 | All Along
On the morning of October 7, 2023, I sat on a wooden lakeside bench, underdressed for the sudden surge of cold weather, with a hot hazelnut coffee and freshly baked shortbread cookie in hand. I’d just wandered my town’s farmer’s market and, of all the benches lining our charming lakefront, I happened to choose the one dedicated by my c…
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