...in the snow, or in the sand?

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

I like that idea. A year or so ago my wife and I did that in a local park and we took a photo of the two of us sitting on a park bench with the snow on the ground. Most of the picture was gray except for my wife's bright blue winter coat. Added just the right amount of color and I've loved that picture ever since.

A sand walk would be similar ... just a lot warmer perhapes.

Ah, but you can only choose one! Which do you pick, right now?

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

Since it's cold and we've got snow on the ground ... I guess I'll pick that one for now.

But just wait until spring!

The sand...

Walking in snow makes the wrong body parts drip in a way that's not at all romantic

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Plug me into somethin'

If the theory does not conform to the facts, then the facts must be discarded.

No good deed ever goes unpunished

Never argue with an idiot. He'll drag you down to his level, & beat you with experience.

sand. something about the smell and feel of ocean air.

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Trees give peace to the souls of men * Nora Waln

The forest would be very quiet if no other birds sang than those who sing the best * Henry van Dyke

some fairly sordid tales, rambles, and anecdotes
Hypothetically Speaking * Something More * Cammy Interrupted * An Experimental Vacation * Masked * so..damn..hot * Thank You * My toy, his idea * no.19 Maple Lane * I Have A Surprise For You * Yesterday * In a Quiet Kitchen * help me decide * untitled prose * more untitled prose