From a distance, the pattern looks right. Buckles go unnoticed; rough edges smoothed over with a Libra trowel. Hate puzzl...

Every month around the new moon ... usually a day or two before ... or on the day of ... I find myself in a whirl of cleaning and organiz...

It was November―the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roame...