The Headless Horseman

It's October. And I'm in New England. One day it's gusty and rainy and there are wet leaves plastered to the road and the smell of woodsmoke, and the next day it's bizarrely warm and the sun shines and you can just about convince yourself it's not fall--but the light is wrong. It's too golden,... Continue Reading →

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