Araska is a rock, actually that is a lie, Araska is a fictional rock, in a fictional sea, in a fictional world, the only thing that could be said about is that, if said, world, sea and rock were to exist, then you would have a nice view of a fictional harbour.
Tuesday, July 06, 2004
Here is my darling brother Colin and sister Jenn before I was born (so mud face can't be more the one or two years old.) This is the park near our house in Bent Oak Circle, and many a times in our child hood would we come barging in our front door just to get barged back out by mom so she could hose the mud off us. Ah the good old days, you just can't find such high caliber mud pits anymore.
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