This Christmas and New Years offered a nice break from the usual monotony. Waking in the shadows of basement with Mr. Timmy glaring up at me, demanding more wood be thrown in the stove. Rising to the scent of breakfast in the kitchen, as only Steve could make it. Lying in the cold grass with Woody, who has not had an easy time of late. Amazing dinners under the glow of a thistled chandelier. Quick draw on stumps in the woods with Steve and the P22; silenced of course. Cafe negro through the twists of Skyline drive. A quite New Years for a change.
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