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- Hardley see him, Ralph the Raven on pole top…
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- Today the bridge…
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- Yesterday the bridge…
Every morning Ralph the Raven follows us around as we walk the valley. This morning it was very dark, but Ralph was calling us from his perch on top the telephone pole. Boza was all excited, but as life has pits in it, he could not see Ralph. But Boza could hear him and started working his way to the pole. Boza is allowed to get right under the pole and Ralph stays put, but if I walk any closer than what I took the image at, he leaves. Boza is his buddy…
The bridge is getting a curve in one spot and that curve is where it is filling up with debris. Not gonna last much longer, but it is unusable now anyway. I suspect that the bridge will washout in the next few days…
Boza and I have walked three times this morning, the first at 3:30 a.m., then at 5:30 a.m. and just now at 6:30 a.m. This is our pattern and works good for us. Boza likes to do his doggy business early in the morning and he has better eyes, even in the dark, from having good sleep all night. I just did his eyes with his medication and now he will sleep for two or three hours and I do other things while he sleeps. Today, I will write this post and then go outside to start a fire and burn some rubbish. I have a lot of lean in the yard to do and I might as well start…
Later in the morning after Boza wakes up and is energized, we will walk our long walk. About two hours of exploring. Then we do three or four more short walks the rest of the day, until bedtime. Works for Boza and works for me…
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Kinda got sorta/maybe/definitely killed/murdered/assassinated for speaking against the wishes of the elite… Yes he did…..
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Freedom is not freedom, liberty is not liberty and justice is not justice for all, if what you do desecrates, destroys, demeans and hurts others as you do it. Some freedoms should be freedoms of silence and acceptance. For as you express your freedom and others die/wither/a fright/retreat/dread and simply despise what you are, you yourself have lost all your freedom, for your soul has been bound with liability and restriction…
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When you come to a river swollen with water. Your freedom has been curtailed? No, your freedom has been redirected and it is up to you to find the path again to that freedom…
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Kinda of a freedom sort of day in my head…
WtR