A strange world, to be writing this in the air, flying back to California.
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Monthly Archives: September 2011
Croatoan
It wasn’t until I got dressed to leave that I felt emotional.
Rosemary for Remembrance
She doesn’t know that the jewelry box has her name taped to the bottom, in case something happens and I don’t come back. But she points to the rabbit pelt underneath it.
“Is that from a rabbit?” she asks, feeling it.
“Yes,” I tell her, not sure if she’ll be upset relating it to her pet who died last year.
“I like it,” she says, surprising me.
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Meet the Milk Line
I thought you might like to meet all of the ladies. I usually bring them into the milking barn in two strings of seven and six.
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