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Cabin part of all our lives

I am sitting in the sun porch of our cabin. A light breeze out of the north is rustling the needles of the pines. A woodpecker is nearby batting its head against a tree to get at some bugs. The Bearskin flight to Thunder Bay just flew overhead.

I am well into my first cup of coffee of the day. Not a cloud can be seen in today’s sky.

The cabin is slowly coming to life.

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