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Daily Archives: August 13, 2013
Day 120: Spitting Chips.
I awoke to the tinkle, tinkle sound of rain pattering down this morning. That and the dreaded alarm clock screeching at us from the kitchen, letting us know that it was time to get up and switch the washing machine … Continue reading
