Sunday, March 5, 2006WHEN AN ACQUAINTANCE BECOMES A FRIEND, Part 2By the time Ken and I got back to the house, I had run out of steam. He kindly pointed me towards the studio/guest room, it had it's own bath, and I quickly found myself sinking into the warm cozy bed, not forgetting to set my clock early enough to get my act together for my workshop in documentary... Sign in to see full entry.posted by Cynthia at 10:45 AM Comments (0) (link) |
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