



Banks = Elmira Gulch
"county" = money
23 years = 8 months
With all that's going on in the world right now, from our little family to countries we've never visited, I have found it hard to be at peace a good portion of the day. So much to think about. And pray about. Anxiety and restlessness. The house has been a source of much needed focus. Martin wants to visit every day. I have managed to hold him back to every other day (it's almost 40 minutes from where we live right now, gas is expensive, and we do have a life to live). But we both know that this Sunday we will be taking a picnic lunch and eating in one of those rooms with no roof. Just to pretend. And bask in our blessings.
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