I was 27 in 1973. in These titles mean nothing.

  • Nov. 4, 2023, 1:05 p.m.
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The barn was 43 in 1973.

The steel pillars on the wall are intended to hold the barn up. In 7 years it will be 100. The signatures and dates penciled on the granary wall attest.

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I made a necklace of old bad hair rubber bands. For some very odd reason, I like it. Three strands, like the queen’s pearls.

I don’t have much to say today. Even if I’m willing to correct my mistakes.

The one-eyed cat is trying to make friends.

I need to start lunch. Or at least think about it.

I have too many tabs open.

How many possibilities does life offer?

Are any of them of any value?

Are all of them of value?

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The cat was willing to go outside.

God I’m tired of the current wars. Why is life the way it is?
Rhetorical question.

I want to post a picture of flowers.

Here are poppies in front of the national school is Lisconnor.

There is a mural on the entry wall = whales?


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