I'm an aging Boomer who no longer thinks she has all the answers, just persistent questions about almost everything.
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Tag Archives: River Rose
“Are you still carrying that old rock?” Rose picked up the stone from the new dresser where he left it when he emptied his pockets to take a shower. Jim resisted the urge to grab it out of her hand. … Continue reading
All day long he had tried not to think about the glorious fact that it was his last day in country. It would be bad luck to think about it, to count on it. But the day was over. He … Continue reading