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My recon stroke fishing trip was rained out, so I’m home a day early.
The result is that I have some good news and some bad news. 169 more words
There was this one morning which, if I remember correctly, was crisp and chill sometime early in November on a ranch in Texas. Just in front, a foggy smeared pasture opening up a half acre of greenery nestled in by pines on the left and shrubs on the right. 310 more words