There are lots of pictures and photos in my home. Some of them are fave repros, Monet or Van Gogh or Remington or Russell, depending on the décor du jour, but the majority are of people, places, and things, gathered along the way throughout the years. They are, for the most part, mounted in albums or stored away in a bug-out bag in the office. There are two on the staircase, however, that I look at several times every day, each time I climb to the office. Neither was taken by me, or a result of a personal contract. Denise, in a wisdom way beyond her years, paid for them with her own money and gave them to me as a present when she graduated.
Darling daughter, if I never before said thank you, I’m sorry it took me so long to recognize your efforts, and I’m saying it now.
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