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Oct 27Liked by Bob Graham, daisy cashin

"Her heart translating itself to mine, so we could commune for a moment, in perfect comprehension." 😭😭😭❤️

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❤️

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right!? Bob's a magician

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Oct 26Liked by Bob Graham, daisy cashin

lovely. many feels. the rooster part reminds me of a friend who has three chickens and apparently if it's all females one will take on the rooster role and start acting & sounding like one. my friend hates it too

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Thank you, petrichor. You friend and I would get along.

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Oct 25Liked by Bob Graham, daisy cashin

Beautiful. I was gonna comment about some turns of phrase that I loved, but there ended up being too many to name•

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Appreciate it, Layne.

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Oct 24Liked by Bob Graham

wow this was just so beautiful

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❤️

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Oct 23Liked by Bob Graham, daisy cashin

Buncha Foghorn Leghorns raising ruckuses!

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Fortunately I keep my roosters numbered, for just such an emergency.

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So fun. So well written. And that damn rooster haha!

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Thanks Michael!

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Ha ha. We were once being shown a house by a realtor when the neighbor's rooster started up. Wife and have both lived in the country before. "Welp. Thanks for taking the time. Naw, it won't be necessary to see the remodled bathroom."

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Can’t buy a house like that cheap enough.

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Oct 22Liked by daisy cashin, Bob Graham

Get out of here with this shit--it's too good! Ugh. I love it. I'm super inspired by the heart in this piece.

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You’re too good to me Sean!

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Oct 22·edited Oct 22Liked by Bob Graham, daisy cashin

I love this. And couldn’t help but hear “I woke up this morning and I got myself a beer, the futures uncertain and the end is always near” …loved that lyric when I was a 12 year old existentialist drinking my dad’s Oly Gold…

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One of my favourite lyrics of all time! I have spent many a night drinking cheap beer and hollering along to that song.

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Oct 22Liked by daisy cashin, Bob Graham

“…clad in only your ginch…”

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One of the finer ways to be clad.

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Oct 22Liked by Bob Graham, daisy cashin

I totally get that rooster bit... the bane of my existence...

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If you know, you know.

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Oct 22Liked by daisy cashin, Bob Graham

Beautiful, Bob.

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Thank you, Marc!

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