The Door
I stepped slowly to the stairs. Who knows if they are ready to see the sight that I present. I took another step. Then another. Then . . . fell on my butt.
Oh, well. The door was locked anyway.
Musician Jeff Healey died yesterday.
Monday, March 03, 2008
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4 comments:
This is another of my favorites. The rusty car, the old tractor, the horse barn door, and this one. Outstanding.
Sorry you fell down. I know you, you probably took a picture while you were there.
Is this the opening line to the book?
Oh. As suave and debonnair as ever, eh? And - that is a GORGEOUS door! I really love that.
Oooh, I like this one!
a wee item awaits for you at the mouse.
a most wonderful picture!
very sadden hear about healey - the good sometimes do die young. the world is a bit diminished.
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