There were a lot of cold days where we used to live. I like to think that I remember the two dogwood trees on the shady side of the house and the bees in the quince. But I don't really.
When I think about it hard, there's only January. Sitting with the Ashley Book of Knots and waiting for my sons to come.
Jack Rose was there, too.
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