It feels like Summer School again-- those days when tartan school uniforms were left hanging in quiet closets and my sister and I played in our nightgowns all morning on the cool linoleum floor of a 1960's Arizona house. We shared dolls, sewing clothes for them, dressing the cat up, and reading. Lots of reading. Here, so many decades later, I am still …
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