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Love is.

Love is.
This weekend, finally, an unexpected respite. Wholly unplanned and not even imagined. And yet… It happened by some configuration of earthly and celestial intentions. Perhaps my own will, so lethargic and distracted lately, awoke and after rubbing its eyes looked around in awe.
Sometimes one good thing leads to another. Sometimes everything seems possible – again.

Love is.

Our Ruby. Our little house on Old Rt. 9. This weekend.

Take a look yourself.



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