| Still wearing a LOUD TROPICAL SHIRT, and FLIP-FLOPS (from the recent election) ROB steps onto the FRONT PORCH into the MINUS-ELEVEN-DEGREE-FAHRENHEIT morning air. | ||
And the Northland got so jealous of our all the attention we paid the beauties of the South West Desert landscape . . . . . . it's been outdoing itself to produce mindbendingly spectacular sunrises since we got back.
Gotta keep nature on its toes. Work it! Work it, that's right! |
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