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February
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- 60/306: Layover 1, Waiting
- 59/307: Charge it!
- 58/308: Oh my dirty car
- 57/309: Leaving
- 56/310: Waiting
- 55/311: In G's Garden
- 54/312: water, water, lights
- 53/313: Eating out, Friday night
- 52/314: Rain, rain, go away
- 51/315: Not yet eclipsed
- 50/316: My flowers, again
- 49/317: Basil
- 48/318: A day at the races
- 47/319: After dinner
- 46/320: Meds, etc.
- 45/321: a surprise
- 44/322: shades of dirt
- 43/323: market at night
- 42/324: Driving home at sunset
- 41/325: An outing
- 40/326: At the carwash
- 39/327: On the drive
- 38/328: Danger! Caution!
- 37/329: Can I have another cookie?
- 36/330: Not going anywhere fast
- 35/331: As I write in the living room
- 34/332: Peering into my living room
- 33/333: Shadow
- 32/334: At the bedside
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1 comment:
This reminds me of what the Mars rover sees. The dryness of the dirt can also be read as a metaphor for the global politics of water.
great word veri, too: opoqoe. That would make a good blogger screen name. Opoqoe says...
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