On roadkill, biking, and idiomatic English
My mom says, “I want to start a blog of pictures of roadkill. Just pictures of roadkill, and that grimace they all have. I’ll…
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Read MoreGun shots against the low-slung sky though it is no season for hunting. Or perhaps it was firecrackers, not fourth of July; someone always…
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