 Outside our kitchen window sits an old iron forge. My youngest son hitch-hiked from Wisconsin with it. Given a choice he would have lived a 100 years ago. Some souls are just too fragile for this world.
 Outside our kitchen window sits an old iron forge. My youngest son hitch-hiked from Wisconsin with it. Given a choice he would have lived a 100 years ago. Some souls are just too fragile for this world. 
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Sometimes intelligible ramblings from a former teacher, publisher, aerospace worker, barmaid, and waitress
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