A time of greed for the children and remembrance for the aging. There were times of great shared love and times of poverty with out bitterness just surviving the thirty years of child raising. There were no failures, the children all grew and became independent adults inventing themselves. Lots of bumps nicks scratches the young people are intact in place and moving though great adventures. A brigade of Siamese cats and a company of wolves, setters, Dobies and fish bark, chirp and swim on. And there is a Black Forest of memories and tales we told. The house is quite until the current Husky Kenzi comes in.
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