It's for Norman Cotterrell who is one of the many performers in A Midsummers Nights Dream, today at 2 pm at the Mitchell Performing Center in Bryn Athyn.
Sarah, Dan and I lived right across from Stutz at Village Green Apartments way before it went up in a conflagration and killed half a dozen people.
The moment you walk into Stutz a delicious smell assaults you.
Death by peppermint?
WEIGHT LOSS CONTINUES
For breakfast I ate oatmeal, a smaller proportion, dear god, with chopped apples with withered skins.
PADRAIC'S HILL
Golden crunchy leaves
sing on Paddy's hill
not a single person sees them
not even the postman in his cap
and blue shorts
I shall go over in my new cotton
dress holding a little one in my arms
down we'll sit and crumple the leaves
in our hands.
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