These things I love…my wife, my family, my dogs, my few acres, the sights and sounds and scents of the woods and fields and mountains…these things are words and punctuation on the pages of my days, and I read them with complete absorption. I love them so. Even as I grow old and brittle like the leaves up there on that oak, even as I grow slower and wearier like that bee there on the flower, I love these things so.
I will take them with me someday, these pages. I am confident of this.
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