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Septic Tank Trauma

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I bet you flush the toilet in town without a hint of paranoia. I did before I bought my farm. Those sacred words. My farm. My realtor was the only one in the office willing to work in my price range. The horse shed was in better shape than the house, but that was fine. … Read more

Photo & Poem: Calendar

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Tufting the Corgi Do I need a sweater? The evening air has cooled thinner, the time on the clock doesn’t match the light outside. An orange dog jumps up, not quite small enough for a lap, fidgeting a spot close but looking away, air-licking anxiety. Is he seven now? A few soft barks, his toenails … Read more