One sock on; one sock off. :-) I think we've seen some of my Dad's photos from this same day. I'm assuming Grandpa took this one though.
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- Delusional skeptic, reveling in a multiple-personality disorder. Alternating between a 21st-century blogger, a 3rd-century BC Carthagenian general, a 5th-century BC druid, a 23rd-century BC Beaker-people trader, a 20th-century Estonian freedom-fighter, a time-traveler, and a sheepdog in Wyoming.
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And I still remember how good that moist sand felt to bare feet. 1942.
Janet
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