The Illinois soil opens itself every spring for your family’s bones. But then there’s California. A car accident. Valentine’s Day. You finally found the obituary of the uncle your mother swears is still alive. The one you never met. The one no one talks about. The one that got away.
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Hi Aubrie, A note to wish you a Happy Spring. I love our Midwest. Wisconsin, to Illinois, and then back home to Wisconsin some years ago. Many blessings, Ellen