I’m up.
Neither of my two alarms has gone off yet. My mind is already going 147 MPH, and I haven’t even put on my socks, which could double as a salt lick on the family farm. The family farm…. the last Summer I spent there was years ago, and the closest I get lately is a photo attached to a message that simply says, “wish you were here.”
Ok, get rid of th…
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