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My homing thoughts will fly


Ahhhh ..... home again. I hope you enjoyed the tour.

We liked some the small towns out in the west so much we have already made a return visit. I will begin posting those from tomorrow.

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  1. Don't stop, we are off ourselves later this week, but the last thing I need at the moment is another blog!

    Liked 'em all.

    I wonder how far south we'll get?

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  2. I adored the tour. Such a lovely way to do it ... and such an understated sound-track.

    Is that trapped fog I can see?

    A friend and I determined on Christmas Day that we would try to get away somewhere new each season this year - just for a weekend. I must start to plan that or time will elude us.

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  3. Yes, anything seems possible at this time of year! I'm detirmined to do more wayfaring.

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  4. Sweet wayfaring...I feel like I've come home myself!

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