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. Short run with a few hours of ice skating with the kids. I look forward to new articles that pop up from Ian Hunter but this latest one has zero content. Put one foot in front of the other...
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Comments
From Rob Murphy on Sat, Jan 11, 2014 at 08:19:17 from 24.10.249.34
Belated Happy Birthday. 45 right?
From Steve on Sat, Jan 11, 2014 at 11:27:30 from 66.87.113.54
New age group!
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