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Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves in labyrinths of coral caves
An echo of a distant time comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.


Thursday, September 1, 2011

The bad news is good

For the deck project, turns out the dweeble that built our house had even more nails holding the posts to the deck. He nailed the post to the joist. And not the end joist, but one of the middle ones. So I'll be able to remove all of the posts and just replace those. That'll make the weekend easier.

Yeah.

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