Cow-eating, dead lamb rolling Rosie died last week. I will miss the smell of her head (minus the dead lamb part) and her eyelashes. She was cool. But being out here I don’t really believe it. Other than 20 some odd ½ plucked chickens and the fly tape hanging in our kitchen the Cullens are pet-less.
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i hope you feel better. get well soon. maybe i'll really move out to halifax this summer and i can go on these grapefruit walks/bicycle rides with you?
i'd introduce myself as a fold-up bicycle passed down from my father. portable, small, can be fast, fun to ride and has a wicker basket in the back for useless things.
xo
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