Tag: regrets
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On the 3rd Day of the New Year
Brrr! Winter has landed, or rather sweeping in with wind. Roaring fire in the fireplace, and when I stepped outside for wood this morning, I heard the wintery sound of a hoot owl. Since this is only the 3rd day of the year, my word for the year–Hope– is fresh in my mind. Very often…
Curtiss Ann Matlock 