Backdoors

The grass was a light summer-green, and the front gate was open, white picket fence, shrubbery, a swing, and a tall stout tree. The open door waited for him each day. He’d return home, promptly place his coat on the sofa, yes, sofa; and walk through the house to the backyard to play with the... Continue Reading →

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