This is what you do when the thermometer reads 117 in the shade. Yes, 6:00 P.M.
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"Traditionally, literature makes much of the beauty of fleeting things and the delight of the bittersweet mixing of pain and pleasure. But no one ever said that heaven was seasonal or fleeting. Heaven is always portrayed as blissfully monotonous, one bright blue day after another forever and ever. Rather like California."
About Me
- Earth Sign Mama
- Daughter of two, sister of seven, wife of one, mother of five, grandmother of four, teacher of nine-year olds.
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