I think the season might have changed from spring to summer while I wasn't looking. A quiet breath of change that happened maybe while I was grading. Or shearing. Or mourning. Collectively, a lot
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"Don't let it be too long before you call again, honey." "I won't. Love you, Nana. Have a good night." "Love you too, darlin.'" We hadn't talked very long. She was tired. She had been