a cup of reflection, a pinch of advice, a teaspoon of sweetness
“Orange 56…orange 56 is the winner winner chicken dinner!” yells the publican “last winner of the night…o-r-a-n-g-e-5-6”. The packed bar of drinkers heave a chorus of groans, many will be heading home empty-handed this Friday night. Read More
There was no doubt it left a trail of destruction. Portions of tin torn and bent, limbs hanging precariously from wires, tomato plants shredded spreading like the aftermath of a party popper in what was his garden. The storm had built up in the west all afternoon waiting for nightfall to visit his small town. Read More
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