What more is there to say than this?
Ring forth your oh so precious life!
It's like the bumper sticker I saw last week: "Mo bettah no can get."
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Mission Bells
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About Me
- Christie
- Creative writer - Traveler - Archaeologist manque - Ardent lover of the play of light, the journeyings of time, things ephemeral and ancient
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