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We Were Away

And we had a great time.
In short, we visited my dear sweet grandmother and rocked in her chair.
We went to Alabama and ate Great-Uncle Pitt’s scrambled eggs.
And chased Dharma Luna on our bikes.
We played in the driveway.
And drank in the driveway.
Rosy perfected the words car, bike, and pumpkin.
There was even some “practice” trick-or-treating.
And an airport window or two.

All the pictures on Flickr.
And more stories soon.