these are all stunning - you have such a blessed eye.
Wow..I can almost smell the sour rottenness. And to think this kind of scene nonetheless brings back some exciting memories. Foghorn blowing in the morning ("No school!" Yeehaa!) Oh great..now I want to go toboggan some monster hill out behind the gas company with my hat falling down over my eyes, and the taste of wooly snow in my mouth..with my now-ancient cousin. Heck, I'm game if she is.
I like these pictures:) Pozdrawiam
Merry Christmas, Stephen, to you and yours. And may all who have no Christmas, find His.
simple and nice from a simple view
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