March really is the cruelest month. The daffodil stalks are peeking up optimistically through the thawing ground, but the temperature is still in the negative. The bone-chilling cold of January has been replaced by the raw damp winds of March, interspersed with a few bright sunny days, a … Continue reading Twenty Pairs of Black Pants
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