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In_The_Wind

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March 25, 2013

dweebs unite



March 25, 2013

Morning has broken .........



olddots ... sometimes I play music for DU. Sometimes it is for moi.

So glad you like the eclectic side of in the wind. More is on the way.
March 25, 2013

sweet dreams



March 25, 2013

Lola



March 25, 2013

It's never too late .........

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March 24, 2013

Match Game Story:

Matilda Bleat was sunbathing at my favorite beach in Sandy Hook, New Jersey. It was just across the dunes from Horseshoe Cove. The family beach where my stepson was fishing with his father.

I had just gotten a new tat earlier in the summer and wanted to tan everywhere. So I parked my lily white ass on a blanket to catch a few rays. I was reading 'The Story of O' for the umpteenth time when this guy stopped next to moi. He was looking hung over. Dragging a water stained suede jacket in the sand. I mused to myself ... wonder why he was hanging onto it.

As we know tats are very private. Especially on a nude beach.
You can imagine my surprise when this guy stopped and said: Nice tat. Too bad it will be hidden most of the time.

At my invitation he sat on the sand near my blanket.
We chatted for a while until Teddy came to help me back to our boat. It was time to BBQ the steaks.
Ted ask the guy to join us. The guy said: yes.

It was a beautiful beginning to a lifelong friendship that began at the nude beach.

March 24, 2013

Holy crap!



March 24, 2013

oh. a different picture thread for you to add your favorites:



I started to sing this song to Miss Frodo on the day I brought her home May 2001.

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Gender: Female
Hometown: Atlanta, Georgia
Home country: USA
Current location: Watching my Koi Pond in upstate New York.
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About In_The_Wind

Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know dark is right, Because their words had forked no lightning they Do not go gentle into that good night. Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight, And learn, too late, they grieve it on its way, Do not go gentle into that good night. Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay, Rage, rage against the dying of the light. ~~~~~~~~~ For, it ends in the blink of an eye. Carpe Diem (Seize the day)!
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