
Already I'm not as fond of amusement rides as I once was in my youth. When will I no longer like to swing? It's probably inevitable, but that will be a sad day.
Inside: Photos of eyeballs, bees, eyeballs, blue hands, and eyeballs. Also inside: Thoughts I want you to read and to live by and, when especially inspired, to set to opera. Also inside: my fight against vegetable tyranny. Just a little something I do so you don’t have to. You're welcome. Come on in and get your jibber jabber on!
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Confession: over the summer I did indulge in some swinging with the kids and did find that my body wasn't as pleased with the activity as it once was.
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