Once in a Blue Moon when Pigs Fly

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Moon, when Pigs Fly It was another glorious morning with the sound of the creek drowning out all others. I just had a leisurly morning, having coffee in my lounge chair while watching the creek pound by. I talked to some of my neighbors about where they have been, what they have done and where they are from. Everybody has a story. It was about 11:30 by the time I was ready to investigate Re... Read Full Entry

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