I prefer winter and fall when you feel
the bone structure of the landscape,
the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter.
Something waits beneath it,
the whole story doesn't show.
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Tavern Wench
I am the proprietress of a colonial tavern in Delaware established in 1825. The early taverns were not opened wholly for the convenience of travelers; they were for the comfort of the townspeople, for the interchange of news and opinions, the sale of solacing liquors, and the incidental sociability; in fact, the importance of the tavern to its local neighbors was far greater than to travelers.
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