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UGH! Now I'm thinking about the farm, and Romper, and the smokehouse, and the tree sentinel, and the smell and sounds of the woods, and climbing the bluffs, and the concrete bridge near the rock house that was the one smooth part of the road before the car LURCHED up the hill and back on to rumbly gravel, and I'm interweaving decades of winter visits into one streaming memory that makes me miss that place so much...

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Oh yeah that bridge!!

And yeah man. Eat your cheez-its and go back to sleep.

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Lovely post. Memory and nostalgia are beautiful in their own ways. Much love to you and yours - saying goodbye to a good dog is so hard.

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Hey thanks Jacob. And yeah. He was such a good dog. Happy holidays, sir.

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The santa in front of the house was a giant blowmold that was put over the lamp in the yard. I wish it had survived. The ginger ale was more likely 7-up. Remember how we called the dirt road the "bumpy road"? :) These trips to the farm are carved into my bones. xoxo

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Jumbled up memories of our past makes life bearable, doesn't it?

Pieces of our heart go with our beloved companions - sorry to hear about Cyrus, but happy he found such a good life with you and yours and will be in those fun jumbled up memories with you and your kids.

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