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the view from Fort Saint-Elme
Dear Ones,
On a hike to Fort Saint-Elme I met a woman, her hair a frenzy of sweaty gray curls, her gait steady, I’d venture in her early 70s. Her sweet dog, the color of the most delicious café crème, trotted by and I leaned down to stroke her back which prompted the woman to s…
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