Tag: Nostalgia
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The Back Ditch: Where Anything is Possible
Behind my parents’ house lies a narrow strip of land—a shallow ditch choked with honey locusts and gnarled maple trees, their branches tangled in a chaos of vines, thorny shrubs, and poison ivy. As an adult, it’s easy to see it for what it is: an untended boundary line offering a modest bit of privacy…
Miletich Writing 