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Home, at last

The bayou was a sight for sore eyes. Someone carved one of the pumpkins on my porch while I was gone but mom doesn’t know who did it. There was an email that someone had lost their chicken (“She is a Dominique–black and white striped, with a red cone. She responds to Violet or Marigold”).

A long exhale………

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