I'm not going to talk about France. I don't have words for this horror. Understanding the hatred that motivated the attacks is beyond me. It is all beyond me
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The waves were high, and they thundered to shore in great sprays that traced rainbows in their wake. On the sand, there were broken surf clams and the ghostly husks of spider crabs.
That sounds like a very beautiful day. Thank you for the pictures.
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Champagne and peanut butter, the perfect beach picnic.
Heh. What more do you need? Maybe the Skippy rebranding afterparty was held there.
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I'm looking forward to seeing Joe Hill tonight.
Peace (well, that's out of the picture)
Peace to you.
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That sounds like a very beautiful day. Thank you for the pictures.
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