evening run
I stood at my window yesterday in the late afternoon, cutting beets. I always laugh when I'm preparing beets--it looks as though a horrific accident is in process, and I stand guilty like some kind of savage. I looked out and watched my elderly neighbor give my kids a ride on his 4-wheeler--up and down his lane they went, I could see them beaming ear to ear. He is the best
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