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Bum Knee, Green Thumb, Dewy Eyes

The garden is almost done. The snapdragons are coming in nicely and it looks like those tomato plants are going to do ok. Fireflies will be out soon. I can already hear the frogs chirping. Crickets, too. It’s this time of night I miss you the most.

I imagine you’d be proud of me. I’ve been walking again, too. The knee still hurts, but it hasn’t gotten too hot yet and I might as well enjoy it while I can. Paul called the other day. Keep an eye on our boy from up there, darlin’, and one on me, too.

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Title by: Ron
Story by: Jeremy

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