The Face of the Enemy

Last night, while watching the fireworks from the terrace upstairs, I finally saw the face of my enemy. The one who has spent the last three years stomping overhead like an iron booted track star, from 5:00am reveille to 11:30pm taps. She’s ten.

She’s never going to stop stomping, is she?

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In the wilds of Vermont.
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