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The Borrowed Snowshoes

I took my first steps on snowshoes yesterday. It didn’t feel like fourteen degrees at all. I might just go back and perfect my heart today; after all, it’s Sunday.

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The Whirlwind – A Pictorial Essay

I am prone to hyperbole when I write.  I am trying to tone it down; forgive me when I say that Sunday was one of the best days ever.  It’s hard to describe.  It’s my crazy bifurcated existence, with my … Continue reading

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