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Every time I hear this lady sing I wonder where I was all her life…Have a listen.
I am…Again
(function(){var s=function(){__flash__removeCallback=function(i,n){if(i)i[n]=null;};window.setTimeout(s,10);};s();})(); Every time I hear this lady sing I wonder where I was all her life…Have a listen. I am…Again ![]() The entire (well mostly anyway) reason for our jaunt up the road to the middle of the country wasn’t to see the famous Arch. It wasn’t to celebrate history. It wasn’t even to find a cooler climate, though, that seemed to happen on the one day that mattered. The reason for the trip was [...] It’s Sunday morning, two days after Christmas, the shines bright in a robin’s egg sky. It’s cold out…Though, nothing like most of the country. Yesterday’s rain has given way to a still, beautiful morning…At least from the point of view of the window beside me as I sit here at the computer. I am [...] | |||||||
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