The rain came and it was perfect. Everything is now full. Even the air is tight with frog song. When I walk across to the stable to feed Maxie Gawn, or Maxie Moonboot as J calls him (who is miraculously still doing well), it feels like I’m walking in a cloud. Frank, snug in his rug, is watching me over the fence. We’ll go for a ride when the sun comes …
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