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On language akin to the solid substance used for sidewalks

iece of cake, right?” I said to Owen after he nimbly scrambled over this climbing wall at the Empire beach last week. He tossed me a stern glance. “That is not a cake, Mommy.” Oh, you idioms. As a writer, I love them for the flavor, nuance and imagery theyRead More