Comments for: Saying farewell to a beloved yard sentinel Saying farewell to a beloved yard sentinel At 83, I stopped counting. The lines near the edge were melded and blurred, fused into something indecipherable. The smell of sawdust still hung in the air as I straightened up, tears filling my eyes. I stared at the… Read More Back to story → Read more
Saying farewell to a beloved yard sentinel At 83, I stopped counting. The lines near the edge were melded and blurred, fused into something indecipherable. The smell of sawdust still hung in the air as I straightened up, tears filling my eyes. I stared at the… Read More
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Saying farewell to a beloved yard sentinel
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