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Wednesday, December 2, 2009

River Calling

The sun is shining, the air is crisp and golden, the light is calling me to the river, again. Yesterday, I had my own private aerobatics show overhead, sitting all bundled up on the bank in the sunshine. What would I miss if I stayed away today. Maybe a story is waiting.

I'll be back later this afternoon, right now there's a river calling. Loudly.

Chores, you'll have to wait. Thanks to whoever made crockpots, my family won't suffer tonite.

Cheerio.

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