“Hung Out to Dry” Many, many summers ago, when I lived atop of Bunker Hill Street, my Mother dried the cleaned clothes, by hanging them on a drying horse rack. Time and a breeze, were the common necessaries to make it work. The summer…
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And just like that she built the Queendom she always wanted.
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Me.. Era !