Welcomes, smiles, and hope. Thursday, January 8, 2009. WHEN A CROCODILE EATS THE SUN. Perhaps no picture for this one. This passage is one in which he was talking about his 73 year old mother who still goes into the hospital everyday in Zimbabwe to work. Week after week, there are funerals, so many funerals now. I can see that my mother is weighed down by the burden of it all.

Friday, April 19, 2013. I hate Windows 8 for the reals. These pictures are supposed to be in the last post. the hikes and the beaches! I love the tropical foliage of the wetter parts of Hawaii. Prefer it so much over the drier parts. Chad found a plant that made him look like a Dr. Seuss character! Boulders on the trial.

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The Collected Works of Thieren James. She climbed down from her horse, a Balnir gray, and gave the mare a playful shove as she reached into her saddle bag and withdrew a battered leather journal. She sat on the fence, crossed her legs, and balanced on her heels. The words came naturally and easy, and she wrote by the fading sunlight, racing the darkness to the finish.