The bad picture contest continues - although I must confess that I love the last one, I think it a good picture. The view is beautiful and our conversation, as I recall, was deep. Carly and I were comparing arms, a sobering exercise at this point in my life. She wanted to know what all those spots were, and I was looking for hers. Her spots are freckles, mine are those awful age spots. Such is life.
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