From the amber coast to the amber waves of grain.
Once, when The Blonde and I were driving home from a night out in Philadelphia, 7 deer jumped out and not one bothered looking who was coming.They all survived, mirabile dictu.
It's something to see.
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Once, when The Blonde and I were driving home from a night out in Philadelphia, 7 deer jumped out and not one bothered looking who was coming.
They all survived, mirabile dictu.
It's something to see.
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