no father in my day,
instead the company
of pine trees and sage,
of new views at every
turn, the chance to stop
and watch the stream
meander through a meadow.
no required phone calls,
no obligations, no special
dinners, nothing but a
glass of wine in my
hand on a summer’s eve.
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Nice jenny you seems to be optimistic. Enjoyed your blog. Keep it up the good work
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