The crisp air gently whispers through the ageless Spanish moss as the sound of a 1,000 crickets mingles with the crunch of carelessly discarded leaves to create a symphony worthy of a moment of silence. Let us bow our heads and respect the Sunday hike.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
Sunday Hike
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Oh Heather,
I want to come live on your farm!
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