Smell the dirt, feel the mountain, taste the wind.
Personal:
"Our legs are tight, our feet are flying, and we are gliding over the roll of the land. The sun is up, the air is fresh, the stone is old, and we are free and at peace. The clock has stopped because another time has taken over." C. Bowden
Day off with the kids. With most of my ten brothers and sisters married and popping out kids, my girls now have 57 cousins. Christmas dinner is an event.
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Thu, Dec 26, 2013 at 16:23:18 from 24.10.249.34
A small village of Anderson's!
From Steve on Thu, Dec 26, 2013 at 20:58:26 from 66.87.112.206
And every one as handsome as me.
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