our dog Roscoe. As usual, he looks sweet in his photo, snoring away. Right.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
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"I sing of brooks, of blossoms, birds and bowers,
Of April, May, of June and July-flowers;
I sing of May-poles, hock-carts, wassails, wakes,
Of bridegrooms, brides and of their bridal cakes..."
—Robert Herrick
“A good snapshot
stops a moment
from running away.”
--Eudora Welty
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