It is getting cooler so I am concerned about Hope and Dad spending so much time out side. He has been writing this afternoon and she has watched him as they sit under a tree. Later I saw them once again burying another can. That night after Dad fell asleep I ask Hope (as I was putting her to bed) if she knew what dad was writing. “Warnings to himself back then” she said with out blinking an eye. Oh okay “I said with my adult voice. Then I asked: “why do ya’ll bury them?” I was not ready for what she said next: “we put them in the ground so time will carry them away”. “Alright”; I said just like I understood. The mind of a child it a wondrous thing, how could she make up something like that, what an imagination.
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