The first week of August hangs at the very top of the summer, the top of the live-long year, like the highest seat of a Ferris wheel when it pauses in its turning.

One day at that time, not so very long ago, three things happened and at first there appeared to be no connection between them. 1. 2. 3. No connection, you would agree. But things can come together in strange ways. The wood was at the center, the hub of the wheel. All wheels must have […]

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