A hangover is the Wrath of Grapes.
What a loud speaking moment you did catch. Being of German origin still owe you an excuse.Please have a peacefilled Sunday.
Hi Robert, thank you for your very kind wishes. No excuses needed. Take care.
Tiptoeing lest we wake the poetry...?
Steve - you could say that, it's part of a walled war memorial...I just liked the words and the way my daughter was walking along the small wall around it!
"These stones speak of a love that endures forever"I needed to say it out loud... if only stones could speak, the stories they might tell.May she never have to see anyone off to distant wars, like all those women long ago who saw their Anzac men sail away on ships, wondering if theirs would come home.Thanks sister Saj for finding this gem...
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