PICNIC AT THE OLD PLACE
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- PLANTED RIGHT AFTER I WAS BORN. OLD.
Sunday out at the “Old Place.” Our oldest (in both friendship and age time) friends and a walk in the woods. It’s the first time Michele has seen the kids’ Minnesota land; Steven’s is the eastern 40, Scott’s the western part where the broken house is returning to the land.
THE FRIENDS
The ever-amazing Helen Week, age 95, is the last of my folks’ generation. She still mows her lawn and bakes cakes. She’s who I want to be be when I grow up.
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- MARJ, BARB, ROB, HELEN
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- HELEN, ROB, MARSHA
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- BARB, HELEN
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- ROB AND HELEN
THE NESET INHERITANCE
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- MICHELE AND STEVE, STRIDING ACROSS THEIR PROPERTY
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- INDIAN PAINTBRUSH
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- SWAMP GIRL #1
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- SWAMP GIRL #2
What I love most about your stories is how you bring everything down right onto the earth’s living surface.
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Thanks Kathy. Love that you read them. Hope you’re well…take care.
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