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By Debra Goldstein Peter Wabbit wanted a carat. Not just one carat, twenty to be exact. As he walked through the Louvre’s Gallerie D’Apollon, he merely glanced at the peached colored Hortensia diamond before going to stand before the case housing the white 140.5 carat Regent diamond. Too many carats….
By Emma Snyder There are hundreds of books on the art of drying plants,On pulling herbs, fresh, and tying them into bundles,Putting them into jars for topicals and tinctures,On the best way to preserve a bloom,Set it afloat in oil or resin,Press in between wax paper sheetsAnd make stained glass….
By Jerome McFadden April 28 I am a golf ball. At my core, I am a solid synthetic rubber sphere. My makers surrounded that with a tough, thermoplastic cover. Finally, they gave me all these cute little dimples and sprayed me with two—count that again, two!—coats of brilliant white paint…
By Louella M. Nelson “Daddy drowned them,” Dee Dee pronounced solemnly, plucking one of Mrs. Tal-bo’s gigantic silk undies from the whicker clothes basket on the grass and reaching to pin them to the clothesline. The humid breeze was making Dee grimace to hold the panties still. “Daddy put them…
