“Straight east towards the Rain Gardens,” he recited, leaving the cover of the tree. “Four intersections, turn left.”
When he made the left turn, he found the Donkey Well in the middle of a small square, as he knew he would. Still, he could not stop a silly grin at the sight of it. His model said the well was there, and there it was. Along with a stench the likes of which he had never smelled in the Royal Stables.
Snippet Sunday
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(Stress) Diving into Art
Doesn't that sound better than Procrastination? Well, maybe. If you take off the "stress" part. With the kids, I have been re-watching…
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I used to...
...take and post a lot of photos. Just scrolling through, looking for a photo I posted during our Mayotte days of our coconut grater--which I…
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New Year's Day visitors of the feathered kind
Sadly, my super macro lens is having technical difficulties, which prevented me from getting good photos of our feathered visitors. I had to content…
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