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The mailman shines his light in our box, late again for his supper. . [ 1605 ]
The mailman shines his light in our box, late again for his supper. . [ 1605 ]
I ran before five yesterday morning in a driving wind and rain. The only person I met was a very large skunk, which was crossing the road in front of me when it stopped briefly at the sound of my footsteps, then scurried on. It ran along the edge of the opposite sidewalk for a distance of about a hundred feet before taking cover in some bushes. The rain was […]