Last spring at the Hillsdale auction we bought some baby ducks. Gavin chased them all over the yard
all summer. I was constantly having to yell at him. He would almost be stepping on them....
My face isn't carved in a mountain. I've never been struck by lightning. I've never saved a crying baby from a burning house fire nor have I over come my misfortunes in life to acquire a name for myself. I consider myself a writer although all I've written is only pieces of torn limbs of my distraught existence. (a bunch of poems)
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