Brown paint dripped into the gravel. That happened often, but today John looked down and wondered if he could sell the paint-splattered gravel as art.
Sylvia sold honey, as well as mulberries and blueberries in season.
John had first come down from the cabin to the little stand on the road just outside the National Park to keep Sylvia company. Soon, he g…
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