In the parking lot of a Burger King on the Canadian border
On the bluestone terrace of a bed and breakfast in Vermont
By the cobwebbed window of a general store in the Redwoods
A quiet side street, a rushing river, an elegant table for two:
These are the places I go without going anywhere.
The places I’ve been in past lives,
The places I’d go if unencumbered
by lack of freedom and finances,
responsibility and restrictive routines.
But one blip on the timeline,
they come back to me
as I once went to them.
Chopping Potatoes 
Sheri Andrews
/ January 22, 2015I want you back–past the Burger King and silver fox–to Salisbury Road. Miss you, my friend. Skype soon 🙂
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Jennifer Butler Basile
/ January 24, 2015Could go for some Silver Fox sightings – and his family!
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Gina @ Oaxacaborn
/ February 12, 2015This is so, so lovely.
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Jennifer Butler Basile
/ February 12, 2015Thank you so much, Gina.
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