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I love this day. I love this weekend. I love being born now. The sun is shining, the birds are singing, my hammock waits for me under the Osage Orange tree.
Our neighbours’ Saint Bernards have that “big dog” throaty bark which reminds me of Casey’s friendly greetings over the years. It’s reassuring in a way that reminds me of God. I can’t see them clearly through the fence, but I hear them and know they’re there.
Joy is

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