On Father’s Day, I had jotted down some Bible verses . . . and then my smaller journal remained buried in my bag. Yesterday I pulled it out to draw a funny tin sculpture we saw sitting on the patio of our daughter’s new home. The sellers have not moved their belongings out yet — I assume they’ll take this silly guy with them, along with their sheep and sheepdogs, sometime in the next two weeks.
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