To see these precious faces up close. True to form, it's raining for the long drive over the mountains. The first wet morning in over a month. Go figure! More from the sunny side of the state later.
"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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