When was the last time you looked for a four-leaf clover?
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MY BOOK! FINALY!!
The Self Published Writer's Cut.
One of these two.
A random image.
looking for sunny periods
I like shells
There to remind me
An old photo remains
can't click on this one yet (you can now - i found a reference to fourteen)
Who am i? What's going on?
A long and (not) winding road.
Always leads to my door.
Only ever meant to last the night...
One I Took Earlier.
an eye on autumn
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Oh, way to long ago Chris. Perhaps it's the same with smelling the coffee. Thank you for alerting me to this problem.
But glad the fish are still alive and swimming on this blog. :-)
Vicki!!
I thought you had been swallowed by a Whale called Longman's (or something)!
What is the reference to coffee - did we talk about it before?
I have stopped feeding the fish, more or less, but they refuse to change back to their original colours so i think, if you want, a little bread won't hurt.
Just the other day, funnily enough. But it had been a long time before that!
I was recently in the aptly named Great Smoky Mountains, and was struck by the tall purple clover flowers, quite different from the little white ones of my youth.
The Great Smoky mountains sound fantastic - where are they?
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