Coffee Spills

What I hear and see and think about at the coffee shops I patronize.
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Friday, May 15, 2009

Stepped on

When I asked how she was doing, she said she'd been stepped on by a horse. Not her horse. She doesn't own one. But one at Marmon Valley. When I was a young woman, there were a number of horse farms where now we have northern suburbs, but it didn't take long to get there. Marmon Valley is where I think my daughter went to camp. And was thrown from a horse and broke her elbow. It's still crooked.



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