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  • Dear Mount Toby,

    You are my favorite everyday view. What an anchor you are to us here in town. The leaves have fallen and we can see you from the bedroom now. The best thing about late fall and winter is you, unobstructed.

    In the direction of you is where the sweet dogfriend is buried in the ground. We made an outline of her in rocks on the ground above her buried body. Sweet big tailed pooch, my love.

    I look out the kitchen window to the field. Beyond is the woods where my dog is buried, and from there the eye travels up to you. You, mountain shape in the sky. The dogs live just above you.
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