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The Joy of Talking to a Ram at Dusk
"I don't use my free will enough." So said my daughter, as our car sped through the golden hour light of a wintry wine county...
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We painted this rock for Emmett during the pandemic, featuring his beloved pup, Little Fellow. Rick and I lived next door to Emmett P. Lynch... -
For today's Fun Monday, AOJ and the Lurchers gave us this assignment: Continuing in the spirit of "being interested in people,...
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