In Photos: Twenty

In one of these photos, the man is pinching my backside! I’ll let you figure which photo.

Open, Open, Open

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Every time I pass under the arbor I whisper to the Nelly Moser, “Open, Open, Open.” Which, when you think about it, is a pretty good mantra for your soul too.

The World Seems Brighter

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. . . when everything is in bloom.