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Flying Solo
I was afraid I wouldn’t see him. Or find him dead at the base of the tree where I discovered his siblings. But then I spotted movement. He was hopping around in the far back corner of the yard, squeaking occasionally. Still alive. Several weeks ago I spotted the Blue Jay nest near the
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Strange Days
These are strange days. I don’t like them. And I am coming to hate the terms coronavirus, Covid-19, shelter-in-place, lockdown, social distancing, no longer in business, projected death rate. I know we must each do all we can to stay well and respect the authorities. But while I comply with new rules and try to
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Cruising With Betsy
I have a new bike. Well, new to me. I purchased it because my grandson is learning to ride without training wheels and I have dreams of the two of us cruising the neighborhood on summer mornings once he is proficient. His bike is new, dark blue and very cool looking. Mine is vintage. Very.
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The First Noels
Noel: an expression of joy used at Christmas My brother wears the 1982 model. Red felt vest, white felt pocket strips on both sides; white felt snowman on the right with beaded eyes and hat and scarf; green felt Christmas tree on the left with ornaments and gold star; three green holly leaves with red
Kim Chronicles 