November 11, 2014
I have a friend who was taking apart an old farm house’s front porch. He put a new floor down and gave me scraps of the old. I took the pieces home and painted words across the slats. Now they are waiting on you to ponder upon or laugh at on your next drive. You can cuss at them if you wish but I am not going to worry about that.
All this happened today because I had to deliver a forgotten polka-dotted purse. Funny how things happen. I am glad I had a reason to be out on this sparkling blue sky day.
– kyle
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