The truth is, a morning running free on a hayfield was an engine starting my shiny day. My father and uncle never sat around reading the papers on a Sunday morn. I was witness to their tireless ability to hold a day job while striving to work a farm. As a child I never wondered why they chose to pay the price, but it was the life, in those days, to split their time between two needed endeavors. I was always just happy riding on their wings, living an interesting adventure.
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The Bag Lady 
That was hard labour forking hay onto a dray.
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Hot and humid in VT
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A beautiful story, Cheryl!
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Aww, lovely story Cheryl
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Thank you
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You’re welcome
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You seem to do this so effortlessly. Another wonderful wordle….
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I appreciate your compliment very much, since I’m awed by your talents
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Rugby, do you live in Cheyenne, Wyoming?
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Yes
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Were you there prior to 1981?
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I moved to C in 2014
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I left in 1981. Bet we know a few people in common, though. Seems impossible that I left there forty years ago!!!
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My dad was born near the devils tower and lived in all the states around WY
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Awww! 😀 great use of all the words! xo
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