GOOD MORNING



Good morning sun.
And good morning moon.



But mostly, good morning sun...




And good morning Francesca's book "Love in South Asia" which I'm really enjoying reading after a hard core murdery mystery-fantasy fiction binge

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hansatin said…
that photo of your sock beaming in the sun is lovely
April 9, 2007 at 11:00 AM
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