Tuesday, October 17, 2006
The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams. - Eleanor Roosevelt
© 2006 by Sandy@Heimdallr
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If you are a dreamer, come in. If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer . . . If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire, For we have some flax golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! ~ Shel Silversteinder
Then we sat on the edge of the earth, with our feet dangling over the side, and marvelled that we had found each other.
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from: "If He Tries Anything"

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2 Comments:
How beautiful Sandy! My hubby is half Sicilian. My SIL visited and contacted some distant relatives while there. My in-laws have been gone from there for several generations, already.
PS - Your pictures are a LOT nicer than my SIL's!
No, didn't get the chance Janet we were waiting for the bus to Catania. The air? Think sage was the most memorable scent, it seemed to be growing everywhere, add that warm stone/rock and a hint of the sea and you're somewhere there, of course ou have to add all the spices of cooking Italian food as well. Gosh I'm hungry. haha
Oh that must make life intresting sunflower does hubby cook!!! You must go to Sicily and see your distant in-laws. :-)
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