Dz's living room. The Face is stretching. Smeagol prances about the house, upstairs and down, jabbering is his own wonderful language. Wireless connections, hungry friends, four hours in the church, and a moonlight caper up a foresty hillside. Hot Yerba Mate, hiding in the garage, and a fancy camera. (She doesn't appreciate the Mate goodness). Exhausted, but happy...so happy.
Friday, March 25, 2005
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