#132
I have seen a lot of the beauty of western New England in the past couple of days. We all know it is these few weeks and a few weeks in October that make living in New England ideal, and why we all stay here.
All of the flowering trees are in bloom, about ten days behind, yet the temperatures are six weeks early. Spring has not really happened, but how can you be mad when the world looks like this? The noises are always the same. Birds dominate, a train in the background, and up here atop this mountain, the sound of the highway is a dull roar in the distance.
A collection of stories is what I am collating; stories that not only tell an individual journey, but combined tell a society's story. In some respects I would love to do a follow up book from the voices of the adoptee's, they would bound to be really powerful side by side through two different distinct lenses.
Atop Sugarloaf on a humid morning already 80* or so, but a nice breeze is still apparent.
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