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Tuesday, August 16, 2005
marley, hunter and me
No projects today. We went to Barren Fork Creek and had a leisurely afternoon. Hunter doesn't get in the water; content to just throw in rocks. I asked Marley why, and she replied, "rocks are his life".
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