. . . count to five

. . . I love the courage of the small flower gardens and tidy front porches that are trying to win the day.  I love the idiosyncratic whims of house colors and sudden road turnings.  I love the openness and warmth of the people I talk to.  This town reminds me of my mom’s Aunt Wanda – crusty and salty-tongued, but as sweet at the center as she was swift to puncture any hint of overweening self-pretension. . . .


[story: Future Cycle: Small Town Revival (of 24:4) “The  Town Itself”]

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