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Monday Musing: Mystery Market Man 9/21/2015

I caught myself doing it. There was a tall, handsome man of about my age who would occasionally come to the weekly organic Morningside Market. His gestures, expressions, and bearing were fodder for building a story of where he lived, … Continue reading

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