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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4406 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Buttermilk Sky Don Schaeffer The sky was asking questions. Torn between laughing and a whimper, the sky wanted. You could nearly smell the poignancy in the air. When the sky asks questions, when the sky wants with its great heart, I hold my breath. |
