Ahead of the Wrecking Ball
Saturday, September 11, 2010
For Want of a Clue
An August morning. Aimless wandering leads to Black-Eyed Susans thriving in New England soil. The salty air blowing in from Frenchman Bay distracts, and a discarded candy wrapper lies atop the remnant of a footprint in damp grass.
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An August morning. Aimless wandering leads to Black-Eyed Susans thriving in New England soil. The salty air blowing in from Frenchman Bay distracts, and a discarded candy wrapper lies atop the remnant of a footprint in damp grass. 
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