Saturday, March 14, 2009
Thinking About Montana
Hardly a day goes by that I don't daydream about Montana and sitting on a porch at the ranch with my feet up on the railing, reading a book and looking at Contact Mountain at the horizon. The wind moves the branches of the pine tree across the roof and the smoke from the chimney gives the air a crisp smoky smell. I put the book down and my head peacefully nods as a fall asleep.
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