Day into Night into Morning.

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You couldn't have told me nor made me believe that when the Berr Terrier came to live here

he'd one day be leading the charge up Coyote Hill. 

Oh, and, this: my mother called to me early one morning and led me to the box of beads

that sister mine sent to me years ago after our mother died. 

I opened the box, bagged-up the contents and separated-out the loose vintage strands. 

I sat with her beading needles, her beads, and 

methodically and meditatively strung a strand of beads and pearls. 

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It's a good life. 

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