Nothing better in the cool of the evening to sit a spell on the east porch. I know. It's just a skinner little porch off the east entrance--but it happens to be the entrance we use the most.
The Keeper of the Tulips...and the Squatters
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It's been a year and a half since I lost my best friend.
Time has only honed the wound, not softened it.
There are daily reminders of his absence.
Every d...
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