Wherever I Am
Confessions of a Seed-Picker
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Sometimes Life is Like . . .
. . . spilling a glass of ice water and then cleaning it up and then trying to use the glass again but finding out that the ice you put back in the cup has hair and sand on it.
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