Planks of the Dock

When my shoes hit the planks on a dock, there's a sound that pulls at my heart strings. A sound that ripples through my being with an authentic sense of belonging.

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

I thought leaving Alaska meant never having to shovel snow again.

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Musee d'Orsay Paris

Musee d'Orsay Paris

Perfection; Old Train Station, Clock, and hours to enjoy

Happy Birthday, Tara

Happy Birthday, Tara

Looking Good, Beautiful!

About Me

Tara: Anacortes, Washington, United States; I take in the world, as though I'm sipping a cup of hot tea; all of my senses are engaged. I love to travel and explore to new destinations known or unknown. There's no time to waste on trivial bullshit. I try to laugh over 24 times a day. I like my coffee with cream no sugar. I'm a part-time vegan and part-time lover of cheeseburgers. I believe there is never a reason not to love, not to smile, not to be happy. Life is short, you never know when your time is up.

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Cats in Aprons

14 years ago
gage.family.blog

13 years ago
Guru Singh Blog

Arles, France

Town plaza at sunset

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In Memory of Howie

In Memory of Howie

June 17, 1999 - July 27, 2004