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.
1166 - Idle Thoughts on A Hot Sunday - Sunday Whirl (Wordle #336) presents a list of words that we must incorporate in a writing piece. The words this week are: magic, ransom, band, rain, t...
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