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As remarkable as the daylight is, it's in the memory of the nightfall where yesterday's passions dance.
A Passing Glimpse
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| ©2011 gary garbett.com |
As remarkable as the daylight is, it's in the memory of the nightfall where yesterday's passions dance.
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| ©2011 gary garbett.com |
Shafer Street wakes up with the glow of morning light.
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Like southern iced tea on a hot summer afternoon, my day became so much sweeter when I heard Jackson Browne's The Pretender on the radio this morning. I sang along to every word and everything was instantly better.