Ran by the Farmer's Market. Surprisingly thin crowds and offerings...but all I wanted was a loaf of good bread. One of the few places I can count on finding one.
I was born on a bitterly cold end of January night in the year 1961. It was seven years to the day after the birth of Oprah Winfrey, and one year before the death of Robert Frost on that same day. Cool associations both.
I was the first child of older parents (my mother was 42). I love the color yellow. I am single, and fascinated with life.
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