Nothing much happens: bedtime stories to help you sleep
Merry Much Happens
Catherine Nicolai
But I never remembered. It was always a process of trial and error. So I picked an outlet, plugged in a set of lights, and started to string them up. As I made my way around the back side of the barn, I looked out at the back pasture. We'd had a new addition to Weathervane a while back. Well, two editions, actually. Our first cow.
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