Carrying the bag isn’t so bad…it really feels like a hug. It is just the feet that have the trouble. On longer days, I have it sent…such a gift. All good here. A boy graces age has been awing me with his little eukele music. Last night it was guitar and harmonica and the United Nations United singing songs…I had chills…hallelujah is my favorite…

love to y’all…



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