You can’t go home again (and why would you want to anyway)
For two years, I lived in the Brant Rock section of Marshfield, Massachusetts, in a cottage less than 1/10 of a mile from the beach. I could see the ocean from my front stairs. The cottage had a fireplace and, as it turned out, wood floors, and a sweet little garden in the back. I … Continue reading You can’t go home again (and why would you want to anyway)
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