“Do we need to scrub the mussels and take the string off?” … “Yes, the beard.” Mom was on the phone with Mad Dog Crabs… 275 more words
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The Wisdom Shop
Reflections of passersby glisten and slant as they scoot past sheer cliffs of glass and steel. The tall buildings stand with arms crossed glaring down at us, and I feel like a mouse. 682 more words
6 hours, 45 minutes
Before I set off on a writing frenzy, filling you all in on what little adventures we undertook, I’d like to set the scene a little for my bear phobia. 1,063 more words
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Camping has always been an important part of my life. Since I moved to the west coast in 2003, I camp almost every weekend from late spring to early autumn. 956 more words
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ensayos de un vagabundo
A las 6.30am, con los primeros rayos del sol, salí silenciosamente de la casa de mi huesped que aún dormía en el sillón de la sala. 986 more words
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It’s gray and overcast. There are no other walkers today and the view is for miles in this clear light.
We’ve walked some distance today. We’ve spotted killdeers, sandpipers and airplanes as they come and go. Iona park on a weekday.
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