(subtitle: on the hunt - 248)
Conjuring up some images of coolness . . .
I got up one icy morning last year in October and walked some of the property I’d walked a thousand miles on as a kid. Stepping out the back door of the old homestead, I saw a hundred pines everywhere I looked. “That’s my Dad,” I said to myself
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It's almost 2 AM and now I shall go to sleep and dream of peaceful images.
Thank you for posting this.
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