The stars poke through the small crack in the roof. You make a mental note to fix it, at the same time recalling the image of your dad, standing precariously on a ladder, blowing nails through a nail gun years (years?) ago, to set the frame that would support that roof. Trying to decide if … Continue reading Sugar Shack
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