Local Mornings

When one reads and hears what is going on in the world and how wretched people are made it makes one glad that I know most of the people who walk the hill in the mornings with their dogs, and say hello, and the horse riders all know Queenie and several of the farmers see us and slow down, either for the dog or to ask me a question about the house.

There is a level at which everyone is my people and holding on to that idea is the only hope we have.

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