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a sharp blade carving shaving after shaving from a gnarled wooden stick or is it the sound of your gravelly singing and the many guitars you've owned and played or the feel of stubble or the smell of cologne I don't know but I'll can and will say at the risk of selfishness is your day is mine too and a day will never be enough
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Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 9:53 AM UTC
Father's Day
a sharp blade carving shaving after shaving from a gnarled wooden stick or is it the sound of your gravelly singing and the many guitars you've owned and played or the feel of stubble or the smell of cologne I don't know but I'll can and will say at the risk of selfishness is your day is mine too and a day will never be enough
Happy Father's Day to my Dad who I am fortunate to still have in my life.
WhitHowland
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Jun 16, 2024
Jun 16, 2024 at 9:53 AM UTC
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