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Swing Rosy Powers Fling Gold Grasses Spray Stray Erotic Melancholy Pale Cover Do you feel it? This melancholy mood. Yesterday I watched the sunset, rosy then gold then gray. Remember seeing the crows swoop and swing on the pines. Into the night, And silence. But then the

That’s what my father used to say just as he pulled the jib to catch the wind from the other side and the mainsail would swing wildly across Polly G – sometimes with unexpected results. That’s what I’m doing today.

Got signed in as the +1 on mom’s anesthetic convention for a walking tour of Quebec City. Meeting at the Convention Centre 15 minutes prior to departure. Met several bored Dr’s wives waiting for the tour guide, all of them