76th Independent Battalion Part 38
POSTED BY: BrownCoat1
UPDATED: Thursday, June 24, 2010 14:25
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At this point our weather is so inconsistent I'm not sure what to call it. This week alone we have Monday high 90 Tuesday high 79 Wednesday high 70 Thursday high 63 Friday high 67 Saturday high 88 Sunday high 91
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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..in the south it's much easier; ....daytime; 90...night...70....humidity 80%...thunderstorms in the afternoon... The heat is back.....
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Ah yes the days where everything is sticky and there's really no point in putting your clothes in the dryer... strangely I miss it( and hearing the cicadas at night and the smell of green, and all the trees, and pinestraw.... sorry momentary longing for home ) To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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Ah yes the days where everything is sticky and there's really no point in putting your clothes in the dryer... strangely I miss it( and hearing the cicadas at night and the smell of green, and all the trees, and pinestraw.... sorry momentary longing for home ) To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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Ah yes the days where everything is sticky and there's really no point in putting your clothes in the dryer... strangely I miss it( and hearing the cicadas at night and the smell of green, and all the trees, and pinestraw.... sorry momentary longing for home ) To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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Ah yes the days where everything is sticky and there's really no point in putting your clothes in the dryer... strangely I miss it( and hearing the cicadas at night and the smell of green, and all the trees, and pinestraw.... sorry momentary longing for home ) To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
NOTIFY: N | REPLY | REPLY WITH QUOTE | PERMALINK | TOP | HOME
Ah yes the days where everything is sticky and there's really no point in putting your clothes in the dryer... strangely I miss it( and hearing the cicadas at night and the smell of green, and all the trees, and pinestraw.... sorry momentary longing for home ) To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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Ah yes the days where everything is sticky and there's really no point in putting your clothes in the dryer... strangely I miss it( and hearing the cicadas at night and the smell of green, and all the trees, and pinestraw.... sorry momentary longing for home ) To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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Strangely I miss it.. I miss the smell of wet and green. I miss seeing lush plants everywhere. I miss azaleas and dogwoods.... I love living here, but it is really desert so no green and no wet To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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Strangely I miss it.. I miss the smell of wet and green. I miss seeing lush plants everywhere. I miss azaleas and dogwoods.... I love living here, but it is really desert so no green and no wet To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others.
--Francois Mauriac
It's fuzzy-minded liberal thinking like that that gets you eaten.
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