You Can Go Home Again, But It Just About Breaks Your Heart to Leave
July 8th 2007 This morning the song of "Bob White, Bob White, Bob White," was back again. There is a huge wind chime outside my window that bongs rather than trills. It is so quite here-even quiter than back home in Auburn. The breeze is up and my curtains are billowing: I simply cannot believe that I am going back home today. Once I start trying to stuff all of my Illinois-dirty laundry into my suitcases,
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