He looked at her lying there, entranced by her sensuous curves,
her golden glow. But it was her voice that really moved him—sometimes soft and sexy, sometimes wild with abandon. Whatever his mood, she matched it.
He lifted her lovingly to his lips. Tonight they would make beautiful music together. Harry and his trumpet.
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Power Lines
They are putting up new power lines along the road that we take the girls to school on. So for the last month or so I have seen these guys stringing the new cables in place. Pretty crazy gig. I'm glad I had my camera to grab this foto last Friday.
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