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Some things never change.
The horse that belings to the neighbor across the road has a new foal. Jackie’s kitten is sleek and grey and big enough to catch mice now. Dad has a new baby (read: gun safe) and has decided that he needs some more pistols to help fill up the extra space in it. But really, things are just the same as always.
The walking stick I’m using to hobble around the house with is one Daddy made me when I was twelve and sprained my ankle…it is made out of the branch of a locust tree from out back and has a carved oak horse’s head at the top and a rubber stopper at the bottom. I almost feel twelve again myself.
