Now when I type, m y old lady flapjack-arms were swinging back and forth sometimes. They reminded me of when I was a child swinging from tree branches swaying in the wind. After all these years, my face was also now beset with tiny wrinkles around my blue eyes, like spoors around the tree of many... Sign in to see full entry.
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About this Blog
The Passage of time. Down here on the third rock from the Sun, self-expression is our genius and we must not be talked out of it.I enjoy using pictures and writing to speak for me. I especially enjoy letting others revisit their own lives when reading mine and looking at my photo's.
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