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Stone Walls

Lines from Robert Frost’s poem, “Mending Wall” run through my mind as my dogs patrol the one stone wall in my yard.  The speaker ruminates: “’Something there is that doesn’t love a wall/That wants it down.’  I could say ‘Elves’ … Continue reading

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