Cold morning, hot coffee, down comforter, something to read, something to write on, feather pillow. And the mountain. Hello 54 I think I love you.




3 thoughts on “54

  1. You know Dahling, that thing, called a father, had said when I turned 21, “well, it’s down hill all the way now” was….wrong. We can only, go up, from there. ❤ ❤

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