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Kassia (CK) Sobey's avatar

Love this post, especially.

Reading your thoughts and what you’re doing is really a gift to me that other humans are all around me with beautiful thoughts, and concerns,and age and opinions, etc. etc. etc.

I’ve owned many homes around the country and here in Pennsylvania.

I rent now as I like you realize owning may not be a fit for me anymore. We get psyched up to believe that owning a home is so important.

I’m also in that place of age which being wondrous, is also a time to look at how I invest my dollars. The gift of having my place, my home is a gift in itself.

I always loved camping, and any space that I could create and make it a home.

Much love to you!

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Beth Elliot's avatar

What do i hear? Before school ended, and the light emerged earlier and earlier, so, too, did birdsong. A cacophony of "song" but likely a need announced: ma, I'm hungry! Where are you going?! When are you returning? Do you have breakfast? The persistent and attention seeking whistles could interrupt my slumber, but at some point, I realized the alaram bell was finite. Perhaps mama returned to break feast with her babies. Perhaps Sun rose a bit higher and her light no longer spotlighted the babes. I appreciated the rhythm, the window open to take in the cool morning air as well as the birdsong. Thank you, anne.

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