Daily Archives: September 6, 2013

Just Jazzy 145

Sitting on the deck in the sunshine gazing into the cloudless sky, someone lazily asks what

kind of birds those are, circling overhead.  Gulls?  Hawks?  Maybe they’re buzzards?  Huh.

Buzzards.  Somebody move.  But nobody does.

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Life at the cabin is meant to be lived in slow motion.
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