
A day in the hay with Marilyn Monroe Biking the boards I came upon a white-stached man feeding a white feathered pigeon. I pulled alongside. Mark Taylor feeds pigeons, he loves them, […]
A day in the hay with Marilyn Monroe Biking the boards I came upon a white-stached man feeding a white feathered pigeon. I pulled alongside. Mark Taylor feeds pigeons, he loves them, […]
From pretty things to effluent waste Followers of my blog know I feel communion with the shore. When I’m there, I’m home. The ocean’s edge is a return to innocence. I see […]
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