{(Reposted because of a scheduling error)} The count had reached forty steps by the time the newfound realised what was happening. Below him, the rising air from the plateau smelled,
Jerome (not his real name, but those are his hands) had been teaching us some elementary Spanish. We had been advised that the lesson was half an hour later than
I want to like you, she thought, loudly. Please don’t spoil it by picking on science in a stupid, fluffy way… but don’t stop challenging, either… find the villains… She
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Sending love, Sue, and thinking of you 🙂 🙂
Lovely photos, Sue. Thinking and praying for you to whatever will listen.
So that’s the crouching tiger … we know where the hidden dragon is too. 🙂