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When I accidentally run across a photograph this beautiful, I gasp, I look closer, I copy it and usually save it to a folder....OR...if it's strong enough, such as this gem...I enlarge it, drool all over the keyboard and then I can start the story in my head about how Sylvia's travels brought her here....
"It began one sunny morning in a small town in southeastern Michigan. Sylvia had been up before daybreak, for today was going to be like none other..."
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Whoops - back to reality - the dryer just buzzed - time to go switch the laundry * * * * * |
