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(I took the header picture of a Common Loon resting on a pond in Utah on its way north in June of 2015. It was in transition from winter to summer plumage.)
Translate - I dare you. Then make a comment on the funny errors the translator made.
Monday, July 25, 2011
Sunday letters
For some time now I have been writing letters to family on Sunday evenings, and although I lapse occasionally, it has become such an enjoyable practice that I try to keep it up. I highly recommend it, especially if your local NPR station carries Hearts of Space on Sunday evenings.
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1 comment:
That sounds like a good routine. I'm much less regimented but perhaps setting aside a definite time each week would help me be more consistent with response times.
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