Morris Park revisited
It happened again. Mary and I were loading up the truck with junk, I mean sculptures, and someone stopped and bought a piece right out of the truck.
There’s just something about seeing a load of whatever, getting ready to move out, that prompts people to buy before the goodies disappear. Mary and I interpreted this odd sale as a good omen.
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