Random musings on my vagabond existence in the Endless Mountains of Pennsylvania and wherever else life takes me. This morning I took my first walk around my mountain property as an orphan. My 93-year-old mother passed away last Sunday. My father passed away in 2019 at the age of eighty-six. I am now officially parent-less in the world. It was a beautiful spring morning, the sun shining, birds chirping, new growth sprouting everywhere, but I felt none of it. The outer world w

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