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I know about silences and don't like them anyway, sorry. Didn't mean to bug
Yes, cold water on cold days and hot water on hot days and stale bread and home sweet home.
We, my family, would walk around the USA each time that we returned and marvel at the TOO MUCH STUFF everywhere. We watched bored Americans who seemed blind to all that was in front of them. They didn't know. We pointed and gawked and looked like out of towners, I'm sure.
We would hug chocolate and know that it was fresh and sugared to our taste buds. Toilet paper, simple things, made us stand open mouthed, unable to decide between brands.
Silly how the very smallest of things become huge when they reappear after having been gone a good while.
Like you, a brand new (brand knew) and mostly unknown friend on Blogit, but huge when you returned and made me smile, big time.
Savour your stale bread as I did my stale potato chips in my past. Some things are good, no matter what.
posted by
benzinha
on May 22, 2010 at 11:32 PM
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It is great to hear from you! I guess home is where the heart is in this instance! BE SAFE!!! sam
posted by
sam444
on May 7, 2010 at 6:36 AM
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Soul
Good to see you back! But what's this business about stale bread? I would have thought that at least they
feed you guys well...geeez
posted by
Nautikos
on May 7, 2010 at 5:31 AM
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Welcome back
posted by
Azur
on May 7, 2010 at 2:33 AM
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Delighted to see you back here again--
Looking forward to more postcards!
posted by
Ciel
on May 7, 2010 at 12:35 AM
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