stopping by for a hop.

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hopscotch in the woods

‘i cling to the optimistic belief that the haphazard and the hopscotch,

the creature that sips among many flowers, may actually come up with something.’

-brad leithauser, american poet, novelist, essayist, and teacher

 

 

 

country farm park, Ann Arbor, mi, usa – summer 2025


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