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“Warm familiar scents drift softly from the oven,And imprint forever upon our heartsThat this is homeand that we are loved.”
“On harsh, frigid January days, when the winds are relentless and the snow piles up around us, I often think of our small feathered friends back on the Third Line. I wonder if the old feeder is stil...”
“We need only to close our eyes and we are back on the Third Line, walking up the lane, through the yard and entering the bright, warm kitchen. We are home again.”
