Just checkin into the blogo.

You know you’ve had too many when you start organizing beer bottles. And as I do in a joyful noise, I am reminded of the Shepard in all his biblical scope. And of that traditional Chinese dish, the happy family…the cowboys and the Indians, and the dead soldier. Then there was this huge moth, the size of your hand. I thought a pigeon had flown in when I heard the dog saliva and the feathers. What else? I should be able to provide a picture of the dusty, broken down moth.moth 005


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