The bell above the bookstore door jingles, and I look up from the stack of poetry collections I’m arranging—only to freeze. There’s Adams, standing in the doorway, the afternoon sun streaming behind…
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The first light of dawn painted the Greek coast in soft gold, and I sat on a weathered stone wall, my sketchbook open, watching the fishing boats glide back to shore. That’s…
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The Greek sun blazed overhead, turning the ocean into a sheet of sparkling blue, as Lila skipped toward the beach, her red shorts fluttering in the breeze. “Hurry up!” she called over…
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