I hear the drizzle of the rain, like a memory it falls soft and warm continuing tapping on my roof and walls. And from the shelter of my mind, through the window of my eyes, I gaze beyond the rain-drenched streets to a land where my heart lies.
Paul Simon
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
He's Home
My li'l Brudder came home from his mission in Argentina today. I've missed him. A lot.
WAHOOOO!
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