(A worn path at Dogwood Valley, milepost 275.2 NPS Photo) Surrounded by shed wrapping paper, ribbons and bows festooning the floor, leaves from a spring tree, she should be happy, happy, happy, but that smile and those repetitive thank you’s, mask a vestigial wariness, an uncertainty, that no mounting piles of precious, tiny Carter clothes, … Continue reading The Worn Path
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