I was amazed to find this thoughtful article in the Jerusalem Post. More on the subject later. Joyce has already asked when I'm coming to bed and my answer "Soon" is getting a bit stale.
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The Way the Wind Blows
Real Change
Tiptoe
Separated at Birth
Wind Over Dry Bones
The Wind Bag
The old fart was once a squirt.
The Air of My Ways
- Bob
- Texas, United States
- I'm carbon-based. (As are my wife and our three sons -- the cat has gone inorganic on us.)
Wind of Change
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