Bird and Browne and Feather and Fish

“Give Taya her fondest wish.”

You know, I read Carlos Hathcock’s memoir. And I don’t recall him specifying how big the white feather was. Maybe it was a big, bleached, peacock feather.

Either way, I’m thinking of you. And leaving this state. The last time I spoke with the AG’s office, they sent me a their paperwork. Like, all of it.

“You do our job! His! Mine.”

It’s still good to be alive. It beats the other thing. Beats it by a mile. The best to you, and yours.Here’s another, for good measure.

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