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Horse whiskers, how do we love thee?

This blog harks back to the country. Farm fields.  Barns.  Silos.  Horses.  From the Thumb of Michigan.  Late August. Corn My daughter and I were visiting my parents.  We had just driven to Port Huron to watch the movie “The … Continue reading

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