Jamie and I stopped at an old farmstead near the Scapegoat Wilderness, Montana. This fence or lattice on an old hay barn reminded me of a fan some fair lass back in the antebellum era. The fan is across her face. She flirts with her eyes only.
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Thursday, December 3, 2009
But Rett, what will I do?
Jamie and I stopped at an old farmstead near the Scapegoat Wilderness, Montana. This fence or lattice on an old hay barn reminded me of a fan some fair lass back in the antebellum era. The fan is across her face. She flirts with her eyes only.
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