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On my walk to the Miño River next to the border with Portugal, I discovered this beautiful swing inside a kind of white "cage"; perfect for taking beautiful photographs, and without a doubt,

Wilbur The Fuzzy Caterpillar Crawled along the ground he was Orange and black and covered with hair and he wiggled all around when the robin came to eat him Wilbur began to cry he said please don't eat

As I've mentioned before, I've been reading the diaries I kept when I was a teen. Mostly they are simply a record of what I did each day, much of which is not particularly interesting. But there are

We start out as children, We remain children still. Time and events can change us; May break our Bodies or make us ill. This does not make a Difference, Our inner children live on, as Long as we can see

If you knew you were about to watch a documentary about an octogenarian choir, you might decide to fall asleep before the opening credits roll. What is special about a bunch of old geezers singing? The

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