The first sentence of that letter shook me to the core. Against my better judgement, I went on to read some more…
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It said…
I know I’m not your favorite. I never tried to be. But never mind all that! You can learn from me.
So listen up my dear and I’ll tell you what it takes. It makes no sense for you to make all of my mistakes.
I had a noose around my neck for Lord knows far too long. It took me years to figure out exactly what went wrong.
I was a farmer…not a farmer’s wife… I didn’t want to have any old goats in my life.
I had no time for family. No one ever called me nice. You’re my only niece and I think I’ve seen you twice.
You threw away your family, too and ran your best friend off. I’ve given you a new friend. His name is Arf.
You know where the farm is and I’ve given you the key. There you’ll find the answers that will set you free.
Arf will stay right with you. He won’t leave you alone. But he’ll have to bring his favorite chewed- up bone.
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Arf came with me willingly. We were quite a pair. We headed for the farm….I wondered what would happen there…
I heard the whispers in the wind and it comforted me somehow, but they had to do with then, and this was now.
And the wind will whisper your name to me,
Little birds will sing along in time,
The leaves will bow down when you walk by,
And morning bells will chime.
(Peter Paul and Mary)
To be Continued…
Those 70ish Girls 