30 March 2010
Not weighted down no more
I rode my bike to the golf course today and had a simple sandwich on a hill. The hill dips into the bottom of a cliff where streams flow down from the top like a mini-waterfall. Every few minutes there'd be a "splunk" from a fallen chunk of ice being melted by the stream. Hundreds of birds were singing and circling above me.
I've been listening to these adorable ladies I saw at a coffeehouse last week: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j6a76XArRt8
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what a good life!
claire
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