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It is to find myself when I am lost; to give shape to my sorrow, lineation to my laughter. So that both of us can see: That is why I write.
places to go, people to read....
peruse the stacks
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- July 2013 (1)
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4 comments:
These are great! I love that motorcycle. Hope to hear your current thoughts too. I'm in the same boat though, too many thoughts to compile!
On a steep mountain pass, with no curb, I missed a picture of a fittingly silly sign: "Warning: Stay on Road".... Hmmm???
Absolutely HILARIOUS! I love your eye for photos! :)
I just got to experience something similar to those funny little travel urinals: travel potties (wag bags). I just got to do that on my trip up to the Grand in GTNP...still no park passport - you should take me shopping, I keep getting distracted... Well these leave no trace ethics make camping a little more challenging when you have to pack everything back out.
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