Tag: worthwhile conversation
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I Hear Nothing
The front door opened, and I heard footsteps coming into the kitchen. “Who’s here?” No answer. Not an opportunity for panic; we have grands that live close, and they often stop by and let themselves in. Inevitably, the one that doesn’t answer is Teagan. He wanders in, waves, and sits down, never once taking his…
Tip of My Iceberg 