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82 degrees and westbound along the avenue of monuments. Just someone I passed along the way.
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82 degrees and westbound along the avenue of monuments. Just someone I passed along the way.
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Once again, my morning commute simplified the day while grounding me.
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Deep Groove record store, Richmond, VA.
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The day draws to a close. Good night Austin.
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A trolley, a digital camera, and a National landmark.
Alamo Plaza and East Commerce Street.
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As a child, my father was my hero. And now as a middle aged man myself, he continues to be. I've always been incredibly thankful for all of those ordinary and real things he taught me about life and more importantly about living. There are still have days where I find myself learning from him. I sure miss having him around, and because he was always the man that I assumed knew everything, I’ll bet he knows that too. Happy Birthday, Dad. Cheers to your day!
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Earth lies beneath the tips of fingernails and no perfumes are present. Still, a genuine smile assures sincerity.
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Lunch in San Antonio, Texas.