Vela Von is digging it……..

The Little House ain’t been around long but a routine is already being established. Routines are comforting. I drug up an old red plastic chair that has been sun bleached to a dusty pink and it sits in the corner of the 6′ porch. Every evening about dusk we grab a coupla cold beers and head for the front porch. The beers go in two mis-matched coozies and

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