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Like a Rolling Stone

I remember being tucked up in bed, maybe I was five or six, and listening to my dad tell me a story about a boulder named Barry. I could be wrong, but I think he was reciting it from memory. Or making it up. Either way, I don’t recall there being a book in his hands and I’ve never seen or heard the story again since. I must ask Dad next time I see him. Continue reading Like a Rolling Stone

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