The blog took a short walk down a path-in-the-making near the main entrance to Wake Forest. It will sensibly connect a Reynolda Village parking lot to the sidewalk down to the admissions building. The day was autumnal but sunny. For inexplicable reasons the photographs reminded Susan of the first short story by Joyce Carol Oates that she ever read (see title of today's post), likely in 9th or 10th grade on a day much like this one.
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