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©2007-2010 ~Ashen-Frin
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It's probably HUGE but I am far too lazy to open it into Photoshop and re-size it.
Taken during one of my morning rides around Gympsville.
Quinn and I decided that this picture looked as if it had been taken in England, hence the title. I'd forgotten how green it is in Summer when it actually rains (but you can't blame me, we've been in this crazy drought for about half my life)!

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It does look like England.

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"THAT IS NOT A CARROT!"
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:heart:, Katie
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My God, that's beautiful.

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He was fused molecularly with sand!
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Yes indeed!!

IT'S FLOODING!! IN QUEENDSLAND!! THERE IS RAIN AND FLOOD AND WATER AND WOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!

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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
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Isn't it just? And EVERYTHING is like that in the morning (hence why I want you to come riding with me)!!
I printed this on photo paper for you, I'll send it over with my next letter or something, ok? :hug:

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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
:iconnivao:
:w00t: Go swimming!

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"THAT IS NOT A CARROT!"
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:heart:, Katie
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*coos with delight*

I had the most perfect moment at work yesterday, before Mark kicked into Nazi mode and made me clean EVERYTHING WITHIN A THIRTY-FOOT RADIUS OF THE REGISTER THREE TIMES OVER THE BASTARD (I understand; he owns the store, it's his career, so of course he won't let me sit there and write to you on receipt paper like the other managers). The sun was coming through the windows summer-golden, the color that means the beginning of those perfect hours, that go from sunset to the not-dark-or-light sky to sheer utter perfection of the descent of dusk to the impeccable summer night, made of stars and driveways and philosophy and idiocy and other forms of glory, and Closing Time (one of the summeriest of all songs) by Semisonic was playing on the radio, and it was absolutely so perfect I almost cried. It was one of those moments that lets you know that everything is going to be all right again, someday, somehow. And it was just... beyond words. I think you know what I mean.

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He was fused molecularly with sand!
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:D

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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
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Oh I do!
Now everytime I hear that song (which is rather oftern because I like it and it seems to pop up on my iPod a lot) I think of you, trees, and golden sunlight.

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~scarredsodeep Breathing is nothing, I need you.
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When I hear that song, though, I have a craving to hear the song by Matchbox 20 where they sing "I want something else--to get me through this", because they remind me of each other.

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...what was the state of...a being held in chain but left to breathe and to see all the magnificence of the possibilities he could have reached, left to scream "Why?" and be shown the muzzle of a gun as the sole explanation?

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January 21, 2007
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Jan 2, 2007, 5:26:12 AM

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