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Like Riding a Bike

There is something alive about the mornings on my in-laws acreage. Something draws me outside no matter what the temperature is.  It’s become tradition to go out in my pajamas with my camera and coffee.  The air is different there.  Crisp and clean with the hint of livestock smell.  It is alive!  There is something beautiful about coming home and seeing through different eyes what you took for-granted while living there. So as the dogs follow me down the gravel driveway into the pasture, I take time to breathe and see things new.

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  • This speaks to me and makes me remember when I had been in the hospital for over three months an when I go t home all I wanted to do was stand in my own backyard and breathe real air. It was the most beautiful day and air I can think of at any time.

    October 31, 2017at5:50 pm
  • This speaks to me and makes me remember when I had been in the hospital for over three months and when I go t home all I wanted to do was stand in my own backyard and breathe real air. It was the most beautiful day and air I can think of at any time.

    October 31, 2017at5:51 pm

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