We were walking along Main Street in Stockbridge, heading west towards the cemetery, not en route to visit the gravesites of any people who once were, but to bathe in the near perfect now. I’m not sure of the grammar of “near perfect.” Something is either perfect or not or you haven’t as yet embraced its perfection. Nonetheless, on this day, a pleasant-…
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