My little buddy, Martin, always stops to listen when I talk to him. It is that pose, expression, that this post points out.
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It All Started in the wee hours of May 28th when 80 MPH winds was tossing everything against the side of my house.
Those winds were substained for well over 40 minutes. The results were trees everywhere down or large branches broken off. One of my bus ro...
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