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The Lost Art of Porch Sitting
Spending the first part of my life in a post—WWII “crackerbox” just off the Chesapeake Bay, I didn’t grow up with a large porch. There were no rocking chairs in which to sit and greet the morning. In fact, our home had only what I would call a stoop. Three brick stairs led up to […]
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