it was purty up in the hills, except for so many trees that had already leafed out were totally burned by the freeze----we went to see the whitewater center they built for the '96 olympics---a great bridge and nice visitors center, but not too much whitewater today, the river being down---still the only pics i took were these two of the ocoee--
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anyway thanks cv and angela---it was a relaxing afternoon
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Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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The feller took the money and started away; and when he was going out at the door, he sorter jerked his thumb over his shoulder--so--at Dan'l, and says again, very deliberate, Well, he says, paxil I don't see no p'ints about that frog that's any better'n any other frog.. When did you tell the coachman to come for us? At half piroxicam past ten, was the brother's reply.. When they were recalled after awakening they were regarded ambien as either the friendly or hostile manifestation of some higher powers, demoniacal and Divine...
WTF?
Who was that bleeeeeeee person?
Paxil sucks, btw. Brain shocks. Do a Google on "Brain Shocks" and Paxil.
Those images are worthy of...uh...perhaps a background on a computer? Ripplets. Calm. Nice. Good eye, jojo, good eye.
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