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Saturday, January 2, 2010

The wild and untamed Thundering Hoard returns from whence it came

As quickly as they appeared, they left, or so it seemed. The time always races by.

I tried to get them to go out to the lake this afternoon to nab some rays, but it didn't quite work out. I think the chilly weather might have had a little something to do with it.

So they're off, and with a window that suddenly rolls up. Lil got lucky.

Well, with a little help from a towel.

So I surveyed the kingdom in their absence.

Afghans all folded and at the ready.

Chair sitting empty and alone, with a charger not plugged in and certainly not charging anything

Here we go. An empty shoe box. Might it retain a treasure?

Yes. The aural tracings of hands and fingers in the opening.

The pink bed's all made. Tigger's holding sentry duty. We'll see how that works out.

A closer looks reveals a tigger looking out the window. I suspect he's keeping watch for an unexpected return.

Touching the sounds of silence.


Location:Westgrove St,Raleigh,United States

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