What’s my life like? It’s a simple life. https://image.nostr.build/2e8823a189f3188e75d3dce60b402cc85a6dbc3dc0076f1ccc63fa8dfc39fe9f.jpg
That place looks really far from a hockey rink, do you helicopter in
The rink is inside the barn in the back
OH he brings the buddies to his rink barn
Off now gents. No pickleball signs everywhere. Out back too.
I saw this sign up, at a rink in a small town. I immediately thought of you. https://image.nostr.build/2aa1d77ddde792e83756ba7edba8330d2ceddccfde93d76d082190a4a44a6855.jpg
Life was good for the family. Until the winter set in and they were consumed in an avalanche.
“The consumption” got some of the little ones. We make more. It’s the way of the land.
The burden was eventually too much for maw, and she died of a broken heart after the next year’s harvest.
Buried her right under her favorite tree.
That evening, father shed one single dignified tear. And mourned her no longer.