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There’s a river just about a mile away from K’s parents’ home. A dirt road leads though the fields to the river.
Summer, winter, spring, and fall — a good walk.

When Nana and Papa came for our 2004 wedding — obviously not “Nana” and “Papa” at that time — we headed to the river.

Once with Kajtek at the river, we decided to see if he’d charge into the water for his beloved “Daj“. He did.

And brought it back with joy.

We’ll take our first walk to the river in eleven days.