From the front of the House to the back of the house, winter evening to winter early morning. Marge is in Minneapolis seeing a play at the Guthrie, and I'm home eating an orange, listening to electric harp Vollenweider and how happy I am. This is for my friends who follow this Blogg, for those who dip in every once and a while/

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