First day of ice fishing season. However this November, there's hardly ice on the lake, and only three swans 'a swimming in the shadows near the shore and near their food source. They're waiting for a north wind to blow.
Arts and crafts on snowy winter evenings.
The world distracting.
I'd rather be a fruitcake than make one.
The dust finally settled and now I need to dust.
Today I am chap happy. Chap book in the wind?
I liked comic books as a kid, but I suppose that era is about over. For kids, I mean. I could create a comic relief book.
Let the people be all set in their ways.
Listen. Consider the other. Tell your own story.
1 Corinthians 13: 4,5 Love thinketh no evil.
Often not, not.
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