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Tuesday, July 25, 2017. After a few good rains, the creek resumed flowing, the hills turned green and toads appeared. Have a great day! Thursday, June 8, 2017. These pictures are from May 31st. Monsoon season will begin soon. Rain is always welcome in the desert. Enjoy the change of season. Wednesday, May 3, 2017. Agave, trumpet vine, saguaro. Blackfoot daisy, prickly pear, palo verde and agave. Cholla, purple pickly pear. Have a Good Day! .

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The surfer dude kept smiling at me. And it was kind of fun. He was just a rock. Theirs was a union blessed by the light of the sun.

Poems, musings, notes, reflections and stories on life, love and living. Colours changing with the breeze. There are times when watching life expire. Becomes an experience to behold,. Opening the portal to another world. So different from ours, I am told.

É uma casa de férias, junto a Mértola, com apenas 8 quartos e um apartamento T1. Somos recebidos com a simpatia de quem recebe visitas, mas com as vantagens de sermos hóspedes. Dão-nos a chave do quarto e a da própria casa. Se, por acaso, forem à Praia Fluvial da Mina de São Domingos, não deixem de experimentar os melhores carac.

Of windows and fluttering curtains. A figure and a window. Sitting by the window on the Prague-Berlin train. I never knew I liked. Night descending like a tired bird on a smoky wet plain. Comparing nightfall to a tired bird. By the window on the Prague-Berlin train.

Stormy skies, right? Clive wiggles his eyebrows at me, a rare lucid moment, as he tugs off his red wool socks.