1.19.2013

Small Sorrows





Every time one dies, I'm thankful the current griefs are so small.  To the paragon of all roosterhood: R.I.P. Big Guy.  We loved you well.





And to you, Jack Red, an apology.  I'm sorry you were such an ill-tempered, surly beast, and I trust the coyotes of the Big Woods gave you a swift end.


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