Tough. When I was little, there was green grass and flowers for miles around my house, and mostly children in my neighborhood. Just a few miles away, there are large hills (which the people here refer to as the "Sonoma Mountains"). Then, it was more like Hobbiton, I suppose. Now, there are houses built all around, and busy, busy, busy, and all sorts of people of--well, all sorts. Guess now it's more like Bree.
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Giving thanks unto the Father...In whom we have redemption through His blood, even the forgiveness of sins.~Colossians1:12a,14
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I am Samwise son of Hamfast, if by hoe or trowel I can get these weeds out of your garden, I will.You have my shears!;)
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