Every once in a while, a summer afternoon plays out pitch-perfect, a momentary island of serenity, a deep breath in the warp speed of our daily lives. Like this day, a Thursday afternoon in Chestertown.
Who knew Bocci balls knocking on the Wilmer Park greens, accompanied by a plaintive song could sooth the soul so swimmingly?
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