12.30.2013

A visitor... From behond the grave.

My sweet Agnes spent the night in my dreams. She was funny, loving, and her total Agnes self.

Woke up so grateful to ha e gotten to know her and be her parent. And miss the heck outta her today. It's a porch-tastic afternoon here in Tiny Town. Good thing. Solid food not setting too well so I am bein sluggish and back on liquids while working on my feeble tan.

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