August 26, 2002

  •  Being retired, a lot of the time, I have trouble finding things that interest me. Oh ya, I thought about paper dolls, but I couldn’t find the scissors. So being a woods person, I made my self a park. It kind of worked out to look like one of the side hills I once worked. On that little spot of heaven, every day we worked there, there were eagles coasting back and forth, high above us. We pretended, that they were vultures, waiting for us to make a wrong move. Most of the trees ended down on the road. MY VIEW.

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