
Not wanting too much sun ... I did get a little kissing glow ... I headed back up the Mountain and into a fine Christmas Day misty rain ... beautiful.
I stopped along the way to smell the roses just by the Glasshouse Mountains.
How complicated life has become. Of course, it doesn’t have to be, but ours is… well… magnificently, gloriously modern. In a nutshell (and...
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