One of your youthful companions wants to be Amish. The first time she saw a horse-drawn buggy and a bonnet-clad little girl dangling her feet off the seat, she turned to you and grabbed your hand. “Look!” she said. “Those people are Amish,” you said. “They ride in buggies instead of cars.” She must have … Continue reading a pretty a day (and every fades) is here and away –
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