Well, big day tomorrow. Going Home. Kipling. Windthorst. The farm. Home. The only home that I have ever had. Nothing changes there. Constant and comforting. My Great Grandmother is 98 years old. Can you imagine? 98. I was telling one of the guys at work all about her. He said “I will have to live …
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inspiration for this site…
Sitting in a park in Paris, France Reading the news and it sure looks bad They won’t give peace a chance That was just a dream some of us had Still a lot of lands to see But I wouldn’t want to stay here It’s too old and cold and settled in its ways here …
