Too tumultuous, once boundary less and I looked at the
Rotted laundry pins holders.
Fence gates now smoldered in to ash and perfect for hickory chips of the wood they were made out of ?
Why hickory?
And that’s what I knew then was scrap wood in my yard before the square was plotted.
Perfect eminence.
I had to keep that up but improve the soil.
Dustbowl fears and I always wanted to toil at land-warrior status.
My mind always drifts in my mornings of wake up and –
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