The first was a golden retriever. She was a beautiful dog. Brandy lived here till she was white in the muzzle. She made a game of hiding things inside me. You should have seen her toting a painted top from one of the kids. It was the kind you push down on and watch it spin. There was a shoe,I think all dogs take a shoe at some point in their lives. She brought some mittens all balled together. Dolls. Balls. There were a lot of things she’d bring out. [...]
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Habakkuk 2:11 The stones of the wall will cry out,and the beams of the woodwork will echo it. This is the most frightening thing I ever heard. It made my brother’s taunts to tell on me seem frivolous. I may not have done anything but I sure had thoughts. Thoughts [...] These are a few photos taken yesterday and today. Forgive the Formatting. The captions sort of explain things. [...] Since I began this post with a Thank-you to Skip,let me end by mentioning his blog. He writes with joy that shows through. He doesn’t spend time fitting into a formula or constraints. I like his stories because as I read them I feel the happiness Skip has as he simply tells the story. His work has an unstilted enviable freedom and I hope he never loses the spark of ‘telling it big.’ http://skippermiller.wordpress.com [...] | ||||||
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