Doxology

On a fall day thirty years ago, I sat out of the wind on the bank below our house and wrote about my dream to someday be able to write from my home and take advantage of these kinds of days.
Nota Bene: Today that dream was fulfilled.
Taking thoughts captive
Favorite smells: mown hay, turned earth, summer rain, line-dried laundry
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