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Welcome Back Guest Korina Moss #giveaway

I’m always happy to welcome back a guest and especially Korina Moss! I read part of an early draft of her first book and am so happy she kept at it when that book was rejected. Now she has a hit series on her hands with her Cheese Shop Mystery series set in Sonoma Valley, California. Look for a giveaway at the end of the post as we celebrate the release of her fourth book, Case of the Bleus!

FOOD AS INSPIRATION

Korina: Have you ever tasted food that was so amazing, you couldn’t stop thinking about it?  That’s what happened to me last year when I first tried Rogue River Blue—a World Champion blue cheese made from the Rogue Creamery in Oregon. I felt “meh” about blue cheese until Rogue River changed me forever. It was like no other blue cheese I’d ever tasted. Covered in Syrah grape leaves that are soaked in pear spirits, it gives you the punch of blue cheese balanced with a fruity essence, all with a fudgy texture. I loved it in my salad, but honestly it was so good, I just ate it by itself with a spoon. It’s a seasonal cheese, released every year on the autumn equinox and is so popular that it’s only in shops for a few months. Because I couldn’t stop thinking about this cheese, I decided to write about it. I used it as inspiration for my fourth Cheese Shop Mystery, Case of the Bleus.

In Case of the Bleus, the secrets to an enigmatic and award-winning blue cheese may be gone forever when its creator –Willa’s former boss, Max — dies. But when the person everyone thought was inheriting the cheese is killed for those secrets, the hunt for Max’s Church Bleu begins. When Willa discovers she’s the intended heir, she must decipher the riddles Max left in order to find the cheese and a killer before the killer finds her.

GIVEAWAY (US only): If you’d like a chance to win a signed copy of Case of the Bleus, tell me about a food experience that rocked your world! Winner will be chosen by a random drawing.

BOOK BLURB:

CASE OF THE BLEUS

Released Sept 26, 2023

What in the bleu blazes is happening in Yarrow Glen now?

Cheesemongers from across the Northwest have come to the Sonoma Valley for the Northwest Cheese Invitational. As owner of the local cheese shop, Curds & Whey, Willa Bauer loves it. The event showcases custom cheese creations, and it’s the perfect time to gather with old colleagues to honor her former boss, the late and grate cheese legend, Max Dumas. He was famous for journeying into the wild bleu yonder to where he aged his award-winning custom Church Bleu. Only Max knew the recipe and location to his beloved cheese, and many are eager to have these revealed at his will reading.

But instead of naming someone to inherit his cheese and its secrets, Max stuns everyone with one cryptic clue. When a fellow cheesemonger dies under mysterious circumstances––the woman they all thought would get the secrets to Max’s prized possession––everyone falls under suspicion. Willa adores Church Bleu as much as the next cheese connoisseur, but it’s not to die for. Is a killer trying to get away with murder…and the cheese?

BIO:

KORINA MOSS is the author of the Cheese Shop Mystery series (St. Martin’s Press) set in the Sonoma Valley, including the Agatha Award winner for Best First Novel, CHEDDAR OFF DEAD. Her books have been featured in PARADE Magazine, Woman’s World, AARP, and Fresh Fiction. For more information about Korina, her upcoming events, and her books, and to subscribe to her free monthly newsletter, visit her website at korinamossauthor.com.

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Ah, New England!

I returned Monday from a fabulous two weeks on Lake Winnipasauke in New Hampshire. I love New England so much and always hate leaving. The pictures below were taken at Abenacki Tower that Jessie told us about.

The first week we stayed on the east side of the lake in Wolfsboro, NH. One of the highlights of that week was getting to see Jessie and her wonderful husband.

Another was watching the sunset on the lake and hearing a loon for the first time!

A link to a loon’s call: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ENNzjy8QjU

Julie recommended taking the cog railroad up Mt. Washington. It’s the oldest cog railroad in the world. Mt. Washington it renown for having the worst weather in the world! The narrator of our trip up the mountain said two days earlier the winds were 80 to 90 miles per hour and that they told people to keep a tight grip on their children.

I keep joking about walking the Appalachian Trail this year and walked another ten feet at the summit of Mt. Washington. I’m up to forty feet for the year! I did the math and only have 11,563,160 feet to go!

We have to take a brief break here to talk about cider donuts. A few years ago Jessie brought these amazing cider donuts to a Wicked retreat. I’d never had a cider donut. I’d never heard of a cider donut. And there she was with these still-warm donuts. They were heaven. Jessie kindly told me she’d purchased them at McKenzie’s Farm so we drove over. You know how sometimes you’ve had something that seemed so wonderful and then you go back and they aren’t? Well, that didn’t happen to us. These were just as delicious!

Jessie had us over to dinner and had bought us donuts from McKenzie’s and sent them home with us. And I’m embarrassed to admit that we went back one last time last Friday.

We moved over to Weirs Beach on the west side of the lake for our second week. Julie had introduced me to Weirs Beach when the Wickeds did their mini-tour in New England four years ago. It’s one of those towns with old arcades, tons of shops, and interesting Victorian houses. Julie and I had our fortunes told four years ago and I still have mine.

Barb and her wonderful husband to see us. We all went on a cruise of the lake on the Mt. Washington — another recommendation from Julie. The weather could not have been better. I love the picture of the sparkles on the lake. The interesting thing about the sparkles is I snapped four pictures in quick succession and they only showed up in one.

Another brief break to talk about ice cream. When we lived in Bedford, Massachusetts we discovered Bedford Farms ice cream. And we still think it’s the best ice cream we’ve ever had. But my husband seemed determined to find out if there was anything close. I had no idea he liked ice cream that much. If we went by a stand that was closed for the season he was disappointed. We went to two different places in Wolfboro. Both were good. The portions are huge! The picture below is of a kiddie size cup and it’s 16 ounces!

My neighbor, who lives across the pipestem from us in Virginia grew up going to the lakes region and told us about Kellerhaus which was conveniently located .3 miles from where we were staying. It’s been open for over 100 years. They make their own ice cream and my neighbor recommended their hot fudge. It did not disappoint! They also make their own chocolates and have a huge gift shop.

We spent the better part of one day driving over Kancamagus Scenic Byway. It was beautiful. At one of the stops, we talked to some people who are from a small town in Iowa near where I grew up. The cloudy day didn’t dampen the beauty.

One last food interlude. Four years ago after the last event of the Wicked mini-tour, Barb, Julie, and I were driving back to where we were staying. We were HUNGRY after missing lunch, but we decided it would be better to head toward where we were staying instead of driving the windy, mountain road in the dark. As we drove we talked about what we wanted to eat, but didn’t come up with anything specific. Suddenly, a restaurant appears: Hart’s Turkey Farm. We made a snap decision to eat there and careened into the parking lot. It was delicious! So we ate there this time too–twice. And in one of those small world things, my neighbor worked there when she was a teenager!

You may be wondering: how much weight did you gain on this trip, Sherry? Thanks to pickleball, climbing towers, and taking lots of walks, only a half pound.

We drove home through southern Vermont which was stunning and it’s not even at peak yet. The photos don’t do the beauty justice.

Readers: Do you have a favorite place to visit in the fall? Is there somewhere you’ve always longed to go?

Signs and Colors

October seems to be a month where I think more about signs. I came across this quote by artist Keith Haring:

Favorite color? Red is one of the strongest colors, it’s blood, it has a power with the eye. That’s why traffic lights are red I guess, and stop signs as well… In fact I use red in all of my paintings.

Wickeds, do you have a color that has a special meaning attached to it? Do you have a favorite color? Does that color change with the seasons? Or has it changed throughout the years?

Edith/Maddie: For many years I’ve said purple was my favorite color, which doesn’t change with the seasons. I’ve evolved into wearing shades of turquoise/aqua in the last decade, which I love. But before my hair turned silver, with my skin tone keeping company, I wore a lot of red with my dark brown locks. Now the color seems jarring on me, and I wear my Christmas red sweater sparingly.

Barb: Grandchildren seem to be captivated by the idea of favorite colors. All three of mine can tell you the favorite color of everyone in the family. Mine is green, and while I love all greens, I am particularly partial to the deep greens, anything from emerald to evergreen. Green seems to be big for clothing this fall, which means I will have to buy too many clothes as a hedge against the time when the trend swings back to browns or pinks.

Jessie: I am not sure that I have one favorite color to rule them all. For me, it seems to be about context. I love to wear vibrant, clear colors with a cool base as well as black. I especially favor red and hot pink in my wardrobe. I also love black and red vehicles. But when it comes to fountain pens and inks I adore lime greens, purples, and even an assortment of blues from robin’s egg to Prussian. When I am painting I tend to love all the possible colors and have to convince myself to limit my palette in order to create a more satisfying piece!

Sherry: I tend to love shades of blue. My favorite is cobalt blue which is probably why I have a collection of cobalt glass. I also love aquas and sky blue. Most of the artwork in our house has some shade of blue in it.

Liz: Purple is definitely my color. It’s said to be a color for “an artistic and unique individual, who is often very intuitive and deeply interested in spirituality” which is totally me to a tee! I even found this old gem from childhood that was a whole framed poem someone got me about being “a purple person.” It’s the signature color of my Full Moon Mysteries too.

Julie: I have always liked blue, and said that for years. But now I’d have to say my favorite color is red. I love the impact it has, and how it calls the eye. Also, it’s my favorite lipstick color. Were I to be honest, I’d actually say black. I love the winter colors.

Readers: Do you have a favorite color?

Fall Reads

I love reading in the fall, especially if I can go outside on a day that isn’t humid! What books are you reading, looking forward to reading, or just finishing up?

Edith/Maddie: My TBR stack is rich in great offerings, and I still have two books I haven’t yet picked up from the bookstore!

Sarah Stewart Taylor’s new STOLEN CHILD. Joanna Schaffhausen’s latest, DEAD AND GONE. Joyce Woollcott’s second DS Ryan MacBride mystery, BLOOD RELATIONS. And a Susan Elia MacNeal Maggie Hope mystery from 2019 that I picked up at Bouchercon. Gah. Note to self: Must. Read. More.

Barb: I have been tearing through Mick Herron’s Slough House books. These came highly recommended by Sherry Harris. I had seen the first two seasons of the TV show, Slow Horses, and loved it, but hadn’t read the books. Then my husband, Bill, started reading them and I jumped on the bandwagon. I’m on six now. There are eight plus a collection of novellas, which I intend to read. For readers, these books are tremendous entertainment. For writers, they are a master class in showing and not telling. And in juggling a dozen point-of-view characters, yet always advancing the story and still getting us to care about the characters, despite our limited time with each.

Jessie: I’ve just finished up Vaseem Khan’s The Lost Man of Bombay. I just love being able to time travel to India not long after the independence. And joy of joys, I am now delighting in Homecoming by Kate Morton. As for non-fiction, I am savoring The View From the Cheap Seats by Neil Gaiman during my morning reading.

Sherry: Barb, I’m so glad you are enjoying the Slough House books! Last week I read the eighth one, Bad Actors. We must discuss once you’ve finish it! And I just finished Desert Star by Michael Connelly. I’m looking forward to reading Down to the Wire a romantic suspense by Patricia Sargeant.

Liz: I’m just finishing a book I found through a book club I joined on a whim – The Island of Missing Trees by Elif Shafak. It’s pretty incredible and nothing I ever would have picked up on my own. One of the POVs is a fig tree, which I love! I’m about to dig into The Last Devil to Die, the latest Thursday Murder Club book. Can’t wait!

Readers: Is there a book you are excited to read this fall? Writers do you have a book coming out?

Opening Lines

Wickeds write an opening line for the picture below!

Liz: Chances were good that one of the people sitting at the bar was the murderer.

Edith/Maddie: This joint preferred male patrons to sport a mustache. After the “unpleasant incident,” I’d shaved mine so nobody would recognize me from those eerie 3D mugshots on the wall. The platinum wig helped, too.

Barb: “Never sit with your back to the door. Ya can’t see who’s coming forya.”

Sherry: I sat at my table waiting, watching the pairs at the bar. Eventually, one would peel off and that’s when I would strike.

Jessie: With its ornately carved mouldings and enormous mirror, the bar reminded her disconcertingly of the one on the ship where the unthinkable had happened. She looked around the room, eager to assess if anyone noticed the guilt she knew flickered across her face, but the only ones appearing to look at her were the two masks eerily mounted to the wall beside the bar.

Readers: Add your opening line.

Guest-Dorothy Howell

Jessie: I am always delighted to host guests on the blog and today is no exception. I am certain readers here will enjoy Dorothy’s books. Let’s give her a warm welcome!

A MURDER—WITH A SWEET ENDING

         Hideaway Grove, the fictional setting for my Sewing Studio mystery series, is everything I could dream of in a small, quaint, touristy town.  There are art galleries, specialty shops, boutiques, and cafés, and a village green with a gazebo and a bandstand.  The homes are painted creamy pastels, all with flower boxes and white picket fences, a storybook land come to life.

         Idyllic—except for the murders that take place there, of course.

         When Abbey Chandler’s life in Los Angeles falls apart, she retreats to Hideaway Grove where she spent wonderful summers with her aunt Sarah who owns Sarah’s Sweets, the only bakery in town.  As Abbey tries to adjust to life in a small town—and solve a murder—she gets involved with a charity project making pillowcase dresses for girls in Africa.  To do this, she converts the large storage room in her aunt’s bakery into a sewing studio.

This is the premise of the Sewing Studio mystery series I came up with— mysteries and sewing.  But I found myself spending more time in Aunt Sarah’s bakery, and what a sweet treat that turned out to be.  

         In Hanging By A Thread, the second book in the series, Hideaway Grove is gearing up for a women’s convention.  The group was founded in the 1950s, so the organizers insist that everything about the convention have a 50s theme.  This presented a great opportunity for me to explore desserts that were popular during that era.  I found several mouth-watering recipes—and a few that I’m not so sure about.

         I collected every vintage cookbook I could find to come up with 50s desserts Aunt Sarah would recreate for the event.  Most of them sounded delicious—coconut cake, carrot cake, Devil’s food chocolate cake, pineapple upside-down cake.  A few of the vintage recipes I found didn’t sound quite so sweet—turnip custard, prune whip, and prunella cake.  

         I enjoy baking—Christmas treats are my favorite.  My family has several holiday must-haves.  One is sugar cookies.  I’ve been baking them since 1967, first with my sister, then with my daughters.  Another favorite is the Holiday Pumpkin Roll, a recipe that’s been in our family for decades.  For us, it wouldn’t be Christmas without these special treats.  You can find the pumpkin roll recipe on my website.

         Also on my website, you can enter for your chance to win a personally autographed hardcover edition of Hanging By A Thread.

         Readers, how about your family?  Do you have favorite recipes you make each holiday?

For the love of journalism

By Liz, embracing fall and the onslaught of pumpkin spice everything!

I’ve always been fascinated by the mob.

I mean the Italian mob from the old days – the pasta-eating, fraudulent waste-management, knee-breaking type of mob. (As an Italian, I feel like I can say that.)

Of course The Sopranos was one of my favorite shows. My father was mortified that I would watch something that, in his mind, portrayed Italians so poorly. I just thought, hey, this is a part of our heritage. Let’s embrace it. And who doesn’t love Tony Soprano, despite his clear and many flaws?

During the last season of the show, I was working as a reporter for a daily paper in Connecticut. My editor knew how much I – and much of the population that read the paper – loved it and decided to capitalize on it. He asked if I would write a column after every episode as we counted down to the end of the series. 

I was thrilled to do it. Even more thrilled when I got to interview two of the stars – Steve Schirripa, who played Bobby Bacala, and Joe Gannascoli, who played Vito Spatafore – for a follow-up piece. Alas, I never got to talk the James Gandolfini, but they were good close seconds. 

It was one of my favorite moments of my journalism career.

Honestly, though? There were many favorite moments of that career. And most of them didn’t have to do with TV stars. 

There were the everyday people, like the unofficial “mayor” of our city, a local man who sat on his front stoop downtown every day and offered kind, wise words to everyone who passed. When he died, the whole city mourned this man who, to some, seemed like just someone experiencing homelessness – but in reality he brought his whole, rich past to that stoop. 

There was the town historian who had a fondness for the “real story” of Benedict Arnold and fought for his redemption. 

There was the developer who survived The Station fire in Rhode Island and saved multiple people that night. 

There was crime. There were stories of political divides. Arguments about development in the city. Fear of change. The stories of many lives. 

Being a reporter changed my life in so many ways. It made me a better listener. A better interviewer. A better writer AND a better storyteller. I got life skills that I still use today. I believe that curiosity and the ability to ask the right questions are some of the most valuable things I could ever learn.

Journalism has changed a lot over the last 15 years. I’m glad I got out when I did, and I so respect the people who are still in it, and in it for the right reasons.

And I’ll be always grateful for the time I spent running around town with that little reporter’s notebook, documenting those moments in time.

Readers, do you have a job or an experience on which you’ll always look back fondly? Tell me in the comments!

Wicked Wednesday- Curiosity

Jessie- In New Hampshire enjoying the cooler weather and indulging in some holiday knitting!

Today we are continuing the celebration of Edith’s latest release Christmas Mitten Murder. So Wickeds, do you prefer mittens, gloves, or maybe a muff, when the weather turns cold?

Barb: Congratulations, Maddie, Lynn, and Lee! I’ve always been partial to gloves, myself, the crazier the color, the better. But I do have a marvelous pair of mittens my sister-in-law made for me that come with a matching cowl. The whole ensemble is very warm.

Sherry: Congratulations on the new novella! I had a muff when I was little and thought it was the epitome of elegance. However, it was completely impractical. Like Barb, I prefer gloves. My favorite pair are leopard print. They keep my hand nice and toasty.

Liz: Congratulations on the novella! I don’t really want to think about winter yet, but I do love cozy gloves too. Also ones that let me not have to take them off to do stuff on my phone…

Julie: Congratulations Edith/Maddie! I am a glove gal for the most part, but when it is really cold or when I’m taking a winter walk, I like mittens. They tend to keep hands warmer, but aren’t great for driving or dealing with your wallet. Of course, since mittens are a murder weapon in these novellas (I assume), I may stick to gloves.

Jessie: Congratulations, Maddie! I love mittens for walking my dog or other extended outdoor activities once it becomes very cold. For driving or slightly warmer weather, I love a pair of red leather gloves. And, I have always longed for a muff like the ones on Victorian Christmas cards!

Edith/Maddie: Thanks so much, dear Wickeds. You would be right, Julie! Mittens playing a part in the murder was mandated by my editor. As I discussed yesterday, I’m a mittens wearer all the way. Mine have a little bit of “tread” on the palms, so they don’t slip on the steering wheel. I have other puffy insulated mitts for when it’s super cold out and I need to shovel snow.

Readers, do you need some form of handwarmer where you reside? If so, which do you prefer?

Release Day Mittens

Edith/Maddie here, from a suddenly chillier north of Boston.

Perfect mittens weather, you might think. Well, it’s not quite that chilly yet, but we’ll get there.

And I admit I’m a confirmed mittens gal, having chronically cold hands (Hugh claims I have no circulatory system). I can’t wear gloves. They just make my poor isolated fingers freeze. Believe me, I’ve tried gloves of all kinds.

No, we’re here to celebrate today’s release of Christmas Mittens Murder, the novella collection that includes my “Murderous Mittens” novella!

I’m delighted to share the collection with the acclaimed and popular Lee Hollis and Lynn Cahoon. Here’s the blurb for my novella:

A quiet Christmas in north of San Francisco Colinas, California, at her twin sister’s charming B&B is exactly what Cece Barton needs during the holiday hustle of Los Angeles. But the morning after a lovely evening at the local wine bar, Cece learns that the bar’s proprietor, who sells mittens in her spare time, has been found dead. Her horrified twin becomes one of the main suspects. Can Cece, with the help of visiting farmer-sleuth Cam Flaherty from Massachusetts, unmask the merry murderer before this becomes a holiday from hell?

So, yes – the novella actually debuts my new Cece Barton Mysteries. “Murderous Mittens” introduces the town of Colinas, twin Allie and her family, the wine bar called Vino y Vida, and the opportunity for Cece to move north to Colinas from her home in Pasadena.

Additional yes, that’s Cam Flaherty from the Local Foods Mysteries (originally written as Edith Maxwell books) mentioned in the blurb. Cam is visiting California farms to pick up some new techniques. When my editor at Kensington suggested I might want to include Cam, I jumped at the chance. (For readers who haven’t read the Local Foods series yet, Kensington has re-released them as Maddie Day ebooks.)

As I might have mentioned before, I like the novella length, which is approximately a third of a novel. I don’t hesitate when my editor asks if I can fit writing one into my schedule.

In the novella, Cece’s adorable nephews bake Christmas cookies with their dad. In further celebration of release day, I baked some mitten-shaped cookies.

I used my grandmother Ruth’s English Butter Cookie recipe, which I copied onto a recipe card in high school, now well-used, and my brand-new mitten cookie cutter. And the cookies came out crisp, sweet, and buttery.

I wish I could share the cookies with all of you, but instead I can send a US commenter one of my special new wine tote bags! (If you don’t drink wine, you can carry anything in it. How about a baguette and a bouquet of flowers?) Wine not included…

Readers: What’s your favorite holiday sweet? What do you think of novellas? And are you a mittens or a gloves person when the weather turns cold?

Where Have I Been?

by Barb, back in wonderful Maine, watching the cruise ships from her study window

Astute readers of the blog may have noticed my absence over the the last three weeks. (Possibly because I mentioned I was going away a couple of times.) I did manage to get all my Wicked Wednesday post responses done ahead of time, but I haven’t been chiming in with comments in my usual way. Also, Edith was kind enough to trade posting days with me.

Where have a I been? We started with four days in Paris.

The trip was long planned. We didn’t realize it would take place over the 50th anniversary of the day we met until Bill figured it out right before we left. It was a happy coincidence. When our granddaughter, Viola, saw this photo she said, “I bet they’re eating cheese!” We were.The Picasso Museum in Paris had become a bit of an inside joke for Bill and me. It was closed for renovation 2009 to 2015, which meant it wasn’t open on our trips in either 2010 or 2014. This time true to form, while it was open, the exhibit had just changed and the top two floors were closed. Nonetheless, we had a lovely visit and I have officially checked it off the list. The museum is in the beautiful Hotel Sale, built in the 17th century by the guy who had the right to collect the salt tax in France, a lucrative position.I was anxious to see the progress that had been made at Notre Dame since the fire. The construction of the cathedral in the twelfth and thirteenth centuries is a marvel, but looking at the current work, even in an age of cranes and power tools, what has been accomplished seems amazing.

From Paris we boarded a train to Bordeaux, and boarded our cruise ship. We spent a day and a half in Bordeaux, where we toured a vineyard and admired the vibrant city, and then we left for the long cruise up the Garonne River and on to northern Spain.

We had long wanted to visit the Guggenheim Museum in Bilboa. The building is every bit as stunning as everyone said it would be.

After visits to El Ferrol and Vigo in northern Spain (and a short foray into Portugal) we cruised to southern Spain.

In Seville, a small bit of the decoration at the Spanish Pavilion from the Exposition of 1929. One of the fun things about a cruise is going places you never would have thought to go. It’s happened on every trip. This time it was Gibraltar. Here is one of the Barbary apes that live on the rock. (Really macaques.) They are wild animals who will steal your sunglasses or hat or jump on your back. We were warned to carry backpacks or bags on our fronts as the mothers carry the infants. If you carry them on your back the way the older kids are carried, the apes may try to steal them back.Gibraltar: Light show in St. Michael’s caveMalaga, Picasso’s birth place and another Picasso Museum, this one in a 16th century palace. The exhibit was arranged chronologically by the women in Picasso’s life, his muses. All things considered, being a muse appears to be a pretty thankless task.We spent the last four days of the trip in Barcelona, where I ate Andalusian gazpacho every chance I got. We didn’t have a single bad meal on the trip, even when eating near a tourist site or just wandering and randomly picking a place to eat.Barcelona, our third Picasso Museum. We had been to this one before, but I was working on symmetry, or Rule of Threes. I’ve always liked this museum in the city where Picasso lived and studied as a young man, because among other pieces, it has a lot of his early work, which really shows his evolution as an artist.When we visited Gaudi’s Sagada Familia in 2005, it was a construction zone. A beautiful, awe-inspiring construction zone like no place we had ever been. In 2023, it feels like a cathedral (which it technically isn’t) with floors and pews and stained glass. It is still beautiful and different, and unfinished, but it looks now more like it will be and not so much like it has been.

It was a marvelous trip. I didn’t take my laptop. Didn’t answer emails. I said to Bill at one point that I was more relaxed than I had ever been in my life. I missed you all, but I wouldn’t have missed it.

Readers: Do you have a fantasy trip, even if it is to remain a fantasy?

Photos by Bill Carito. You can see more of his work at

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