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Summer at its finest.
Cycling into a strong westerly wind in the morning…
by evening, it is calmer.
Out on a sunset sail with Ted, Jane and Stuart for the rising of the full moon, the lake is a continually changing array of colours.
Appreciating the richness of nature, friends, and life,
conversation and laughter carry over the water in the breeze….

As we snack on Ruffles potato chips…
T: I wonder if there are Ruffles in heaven.
J: This IS heaven! Wake the f*** up!!

By saBEE

3 thoughts on “209”
  1. Heaven must be full of Ruffles! Ruffles and Ripples! Exquisite heaven on earth…

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