And the seasons, they go round and round...
and the painted ponies go up and down.
and the painted ponies go up and down.
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"I have always been regretting that I was not as wise as the day I was born. The intellect is a cleaver; it discerns and rifts its way into the secret of things."
Henry David Thoreau
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- Shrimp and okra
- Afraid of clowns?
- Other work
- Driving
- Christmas lights
- Hey, precious
- What a difference
- Happy Thanksgiving
- Home away from home
- Pilgrim's progress
- Turkey chutney
- Don't worry, be happy
- Stormy skies
- For our friends
- Our sweetie-pies
- Alice's restaurant
- Gracious fall
- Better days ahead
- Cold and clear
- Really?
- The day after
- Too pretty to eat
- New pictures from Amanda
- Trick or Treat
- Only four more days
- All Saint's Day
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