Harvesting hops for our friend Paul in Portland
I am really happy to see that my extended family has been reading this blog, especially those of you who I have not seen in many years.
.........words
His mother died of stomach cancer nine years ago
and he still recalls
when she said "thank you,"
"thank you" cause he loved her after
all the shit he put her through.
and today he speaks of right and wrong and how to live with love ----
He speaks it drunk and cackles
and falls over in his lawn chair.
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Hi!! We're in Bellingham, WA, next door to your county (according to our host, who's familiar with Feral Farm), staying at the very beautiful house of Stacy's college roommate, Casey. Sounds and looks like you're having an enriching experience during this trip -- and much fun! don't eat too many hops shannon, &happy birfday leanne.
luv,
stacy
Wish we could have been here a couple weeks earlier so that our paths would have crossed! Leanne-I emailed you picts of the bakery walls with your art on them two weeks ago.
-- Mark
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