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Revealing mysteries They abound all around Over stones we will tread Under our feet and over our heads…
Some days are to be remembered and some are best forgot; the trick is knowing the difference. Who…
This series of photos were taken on my little cell phone (no it is not a smart phone…
Everyone of us is a leader, at least some of the time to someone, if not all the…
Dreams of dirt, and muddy yesterday’s. Mt. bike rides, and colorful memories. ~Mark Schutter ©2015 Where do you…