Of Upturned Buckets

Today I sat on my upturned feed bucket.  For almost 2 hours.  And cried.   Freelance ate quietly next to me.  Finally I picked both myself and my bucket up, squared my shoulders, dusted myself off, and, vowing to hold my head high, resolved to move forward with my Spring. 

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