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Monday, July 29th, 2002Home again though still far away.
Home again though still far away.
A tourist in my own backyard.
She took me out to her father’s place to get a truck load of manure for my garden. Though only about 60 miles southeast of Austin, I felt we had entered a different world. The gentle, rolling hills reminded me of Cheshire, but unlike England, there were no hedgerows to contain the views. The last [...]
Then a liquid brown movement, a smooth undulating waveform, a delicate small snake.