Sitting with the magic
I’ve always been a porch sitter. Some of my earliest memories are of my parents sitting out on the tiny “front stoop” of our tidy little war house in Tonawanda,…
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Oops, nobody packed me a chute, was that my job?!
“This might not be an easy timeThere’s rivers to cross and hills to climbSome days we might fall apartAnd some nights might feel cold and darkWhen nobody wins afraid of…