I am not bound for any public place, but for ground of my own where I have planted vines and orchard trees, and in the heat of the day climbed up into the healing shadow of the woods. Better than any argument is to rise at dawn and pick dew-wet red berries in a cup. ~Wendell Berry
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My dog Sadie that died last summer played Frisbee like that. Iris loves to chase it, but she's not too great about catching it in mid-air, and once she has it she wants to chew it up. I buy those expensive super-discs, so I don't like to see them destroyed.
Wow! Impressive! Naomi would be jealous. And Chaco and Dusty would eat the frisbee together.
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