Eighteen degrees and sunny. Everything seems to have turned a shade beyond blue today. The lake, the sky, the distant mountains and even the air between.
AJ to Mama : What are these?
Mama to AJ : (Aargh!) Wrinkles, dear.
AJ to Mama : I want to count them.
Mama to AJ : (Yikes!) Okay, dear.
AJ to Mama : One, two ... three ... what comes after three?
Mama : (Phew!)
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Friday 19 October 2007
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Eighteen degrees and sunny. Everything seems to have turned a shade beyond blue today. The lake, the sky, the distant mountains and even the air between.
AJ to Mama : What are these?
Mama to AJ : (Aargh!) Wrinkles, dear.
AJ to Mama : I want to count them.
Mama to AJ : (Yikes!) Okay, dear.
AJ to Mama : One, two ... three ... what comes after three?
Mama : (Phew!)
AJ to Mama : What are these?
Mama to AJ : (Aargh!) Wrinkles, dear.
AJ to Mama : I want to count them.
Mama to AJ : (Yikes!) Okay, dear.
AJ to Mama : One, two ... three ... what comes after three?
Mama : (Phew!)
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