Teeth are chattering? Standby grey hoodie strewn over curly thick headhairs, fastened so snug by a white string, tied tightly in a bow over my chestplate. And so soon after a summer gladness post! Not that it’s cold, but that it somehow seems so relatively.
Another one day of shooting tomorrow, followed by a much-necessary retreat on the woodened patio of the parents, circling an iron firepit. An old-fashioned sleepover and shabbat, and He saw that it was Good.
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