The Sound of One Hand Clapping. Friday, Jan 6 2012. I lived here for eighteen years, then twenty three away in Arizona, and my blood has grown thin. It seeps into my joints like molassas, slowing me, stiffening me, hurting me. I look out the window in the morning, I see the snow and ice and fog, I think I have died and gone to hell. Gosh how much fun! Finally done with the cats, I gravitate east and check the parenta.

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While I am not a religious sort, I do appreciate religious history.

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Elle est faite en divers velours cotelés. Très très agréable à coudre, pa.