from our hearts to yours, a thousand miles away

Dreaming of a Summer Day

Lake Michigan

Here is my haven. Minus a few dead fishies and perhaps a tad brighter and bluer than reality and be glad it’s not scratch-and-sniff…but it’s mine. And I miss it. So does my pasty white skin.

2 Responses

  1. Adminswife

    Maybe you should have taken up art instead. Quite the talent!

    November 30, 2006 at 5:39 am

  2. Luke

    Yep – nice birds.

    November 30, 2006 at 12:39 pm

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