The winter mornings snuggled in my memories recall happy times. Smothered in blankets a foot peeks out feels the chill and slips back under. Wake up son…m’boy We’re burning a lot of daylight I’ve been here for hours. Echoes demanding attention as they tip-toe through schema of dreams. My mind and body begin to slowly awake wishing to remain.
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A Thousand Miles from Kansas 
Love the pic of Brian!
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Our farm cats would also get up on posts! Cats love to be on the highest thing in the room. Jakie found a way to get on top of our tall armoire (at least 6.5 ft tall) and hide up there watching us below. Then when he jumped down he didn’t use the intermediary table…so straight down and a loud THUD when he landed. Your brother was well disguised in the pic!
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Gotta love farm cats!
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I love all of these.
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Thank you!
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