Beans on toast
Wed, 01/14/2015 - 16:30
Pam Stone
A friend of mine, the lucky so-and-so, just left town for a six-week tropical vacation. As I break the ice in the horses’ water trough in the morning, I imagine her, lying on a Costa Rican beach with sun, sand, and a frou-frou drink, a paper umbrella stuck in it.
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