Barley September.

These last few mornings, before dawn, I have walked the dog. ┬áBecause my head is thrown back mouth hanging open dazed by all the stars, I have no idea whether or not she has relieved herself of her night holdings. ┬áLet's presume "yes", as she has not soiled the carpet (recently). On our walk this... Continue Reading →

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