Misplaced Adoration The sun sits pretty and all of its well-tanned followers look up and smile, say ahhhh, and stretch themselves out on the low-tide sands or on Grandma’s hand-made picnic quilt in the high-noon high-grass pasture, happy. But everybody knows this: All the really cool people worship the … Continue reading Misplaced Adoration
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