We put this wood bench in the backyard and left it there. The azaleas are blooming through the slats. Note the green fungus on the wood. I think this bench will go the way of those abandoned barns that are one good wind away from collapsing.
My labels: grandfather, father, veteran, writer, poet, photographer and dreamer in pursuit of the meaning of life. Getting close, although I'm running out of time--probably why I'm so close.
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