During time spent in Boston, it became a morning ritual to visit the local markets and see what new adventures awaited me for breakfast. The fruits and grains were always varied and always fresh. Something I miss in the Midwest.
I don't know what was more rewarding, the walk past the old houses and shops in the early morning light or the reward of cutting open a crisp fresh apple upon my return back to my room.
1156 - Harvest - Sunday Whirl (Wordle #321) presents a list of words that we must incorporate in a writing piece. The words this week are: possible, pretense, individua...
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