When we are young our foundation is laid upon us, as we grow older the layers are attached and we adapt to their dwellings. The laughter and youthful tears of frustrating expectations and mischief keep us alive and moving. Mine was THE BUTCH’S MASH. Reactive and Responsive towards all that crossed my path. I loved the sweetness on my locked chair oh so high above the unlevel ground that family struggled to keep strong. Keep the music playing, the nutrients growing, and praise the delicious performance of all those that create their own unique home.
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