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February 2018

The Balcony

It was a tall, weather-beaten building with countless weather-beaten balconies jutting out of its sides. Milo, a plump and red-faced 9-year-old, had felt unsafe in the top floor drafty apartment since his grandma had sold her oceanside cottage and deposited him and his loyal and fat cat Ella into this leaning block of misery last […]

The Road to Williamstown

We are in the valley between two mountains coated in blue, like sheep’s wool. It is suffocatingly beautiful, and exhilarating at the same time. A river runs by us. White stream-water moves quickly, unreservedly down the wooded granite peak towards the river, as if filled with the joy of being home. The road we took […]