listening to the approaching storm, one of many that have come this way today and tonight
tucked under a cover in my Rose Cottage with Central Air, a luxury I have not had before
my old dog snores at my feet and Mr Smitty is laying right beside my legs
I am in the darkness of the night with only the glow from my computer for light
how blessed life is..such simple things I once took for granted and now are mine as long as I stay sober...
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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