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As a friend and I walked down the hill, the emerald Aegean sparkled in the sun and lapped at the sides of a gleaming white
As a friend and I walked down the hill, the emerald Aegean sparkled in the sun and lapped at the sides of a gleaming white
The bird song is different in Northern California. A year ago, I was sitting on the couch in my Holland, Michigan, living room straining to