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A Goose Just Walked over My Grave
Sep. 17th, 2018 03:36 pmCourtesy of superstition straight out of the old country...
Picked up the laundry basket to take out to dry, straightening up to see a white gravestone in the garden.
Of course, it is no such thing, just the light shining through the front door reflecting off the kitchen windows in some odd way. I just never saw it before, so I took a photo of it, because nothing disenchants more quickly or thoroughly.
Picked up the laundry basket to take out to dry, straightening up to see a white gravestone in the garden.
Of course, it is no such thing, just the light shining through the front door reflecting off the kitchen windows in some odd way. I just never saw it before, so I took a photo of it, because nothing disenchants more quickly or thoroughly.
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