#15 summer solstice 2014

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When Warren and I are in the car together and I am the driver he often requests that I imagine I am driving around a basket of eggs. Our Sunday drive was a long one and instead of eggs we had to be careful of all our fragile pottery cargo.


15 summer solstice 2014.jpg"Words are like eggs dropped from great heights; you can no more call them back than ignore the mess they leave when they fall."

― Jodi Picoult, Salem Falls

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