Several Novembers ago a man trekked into the North Country of New York. He thought his job was to move and stack three cords of firewood. In a sense he was correct. In another sense he was wrong.
The true task was to meet six kittens.
I am that man. These are those kittens. This is part of our story.
It seems like it happened yesterday. I'm sure it always will. -MJ
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