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Day 12: Perfection

Day 12: Perfection

It’s not often you can say you had a truly perfect day. But I did. First of all: It began after eight solid hours of unbroken sleep, with Tom at my side. Wow, what a treat! We lounged around for several hours, drinking coffee, reading and talking, and it made me glad (again) that I … read more Day 12: Perfection

Posted on July 18, 2015May 15, 2019Author LisaCategories RefractionTags 1981, kayak, Lake Petit, pennies, Tom
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