Wednesday, June 23, 2010


june 2010 028Sometimes my life feels like when you're in the middle of a good read and somehow you lose the book, or have an emergency occur that pulls you from the book, and when you do return or find it, you wonder "what was happening here?" or "what was this all about?". I'm feeling very rusty after a 2 month transition from Mazatlan to Refuge Cove.
So I set up my machine to look at it and remember how it feels to have it around again. It feels like an old friend.
Then I thought I'd look at my blog, reaquaint myself here...

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