Yea, the sparrow hath found an house, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may lay her young, even thine altars, O Lord of hosts, my King, and my God.
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Monday, September 15, 2014
Only one problem with that eremtical life...
the constant stream of people.
If it were me, I'd be up on the hill above the trail chucking pine cones at em...
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