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Monday, March 5, 2012

Cloud Nine


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 They came from the land of heat and red dirt, crossed the continents to brave these cool northern woods
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We joufully shared our lovely land of white and the nature all around.
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Pinned prints of wild animals to trees and thrilled the kids with a wild ‘cap’ hunt.
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Spent time sharing in the joys of friendship, treasuring

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 each single moment. 

Gasping with thanks for these added memories.
And now I fear ordinary life has been wrecked for me…
How does one come down from cloud nine?