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I wonder if every year at this time I feel the exact same way. I think so. I think that each year as a new season approaches I long for it. I get impatient. We are at the end of a long cold winter and I am more than ready for change. I long for the warmth of spring, the beautiful flowers, the birds and the bees. I definitely feel as though I repeat myself a LOT. But I guess that is okay. This blog is for me, for me and my family. I'm sure repetitiveness can be over looked.
Come on spring....come on....
The Hands of My Father
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My father’s hands were always dirty. As an auto mechanic, the grease and
grime of a thousand days never quite seemed to be erased. It was under his
nails...
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