| | | Crossing the Great Waters | |
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| | | I traded a set of guitar strings for a wonderful cup of tea and warm conversation. | |
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| | Nothing says lovin' like something from the oven. | |
| | | Industrious Deliciousness | |
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| | | An artist and her self-portrait | |
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| | | Some family members wore uniforms and road horses. | |
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| | | Under the big white cloud | |
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| | View from my camp looking east towards Horse Mountain | |
| | | All packed up and ready to walk. | |
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| | I could not resist the sky above and people below | |
| | | Home is where the heart is. | |
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| | | Friday night and they are still arriving | |
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| | Glare & Flare...dancing sunlight | |
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| | | They saved me a spot in the stables of Solomon's temple | |
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| | Decorating the roof while it is the floor | |
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| | Leave only footprints and take only memories | |
| | | On the south-east corner of town | |
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