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Category: The Damn Dam
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Another gorgeous autumn morning, crisp and clear. The puppies were frisky and darted into the woods after something, in the direction of an upstream pond. I followed, relishing the tall grassy field, laughing at Belle hopping through it, and sighing when I saw the reflections on the surface of the water… We made our way…
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Max headed off in front of me for our walk this morning, unusual for him these days, with his bum elbow. He usually lags behind until we're up the hill and on the road; otherwise Belle jumps all over him, adding intensity to the challenge of the climb. It's been two days since we took…
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The roar of crashing breakers on the beach. That's one of my absolute favorite sounds and, right now, it's just outside my back door. If I close my eyes and step onto my back deck, I'm instantly whisked to the balcony of a condo in Port Aransas… the sound of the waves filling the air…
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I could hear the pump running as I walked down my driveway this morning toward the ponds; my heart dropped and my blood heated up at the same time, dreading what I would find when I rounded the curve. I was relieved to see that yesterday's flow into our pond had stopped, despite the pumping…
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They asked. We said no. They did it anyway, accompanied by giggly snide remarks in Spanish. Rudeness transcends the language barrier, did you know that? I'm sure kindness does too, but unfortunately, that's not in this story. But not by my choice. We weren't surprised they did it anyway. That's been their method all along,…
Long Hollow 