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The Rennie Farm

The farm was going, almost gone. It was time for me to visit, although visiting at the dying end of the year would be a bitter, tender moment.

Now the storm was all around us, flashing and crackling as great trunks of white fire boomed down into the driveway. Then—I smell smoke.

Living with a companion animal yields both boundless joy and exquisite sadness. Both are vital.

uppose you’ve just moved into a new house, and you get a note from a friend asking how you’re doing. You could say that…