A week in New Hampshire staying at various B&B’s led us to Frost Place. No writers were in residence when we visited but the early autumn warmth led us to walk the paths surrounding his home. A shed is not usually a point of interest but the faded barn board, the shadows and the benches nearby gave me a place to rest my body and soul. It was purchased as a birthday gift for a teacher, a lover of English.

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