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Always Coming Home

By Frank Calderale Time is a riddle that runs beneath the surface of our lives. We watch our infants grow into toddlers, pass through the long, blissful stretch of childhood, sun-drenched and happy, then endure the endless dramas and quandaries of adolescence. Our offspring are the center of our lives,

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Searching for the Girl in the Red Hat

By L. John Harris Left: The Girl in Red, positioned where I found her at 35 Rue Guénégaud, Paris. Right: Photoshopped on a pile of discards as she was when I discovered her. From the moment I spied her leaning against a pile of junk on a Paris sidewalk, she

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