She died the year I was born. Twenty seven years ago... I wonder if she is still as sorely missed.
posted by Grover at 2/13/2006 12:10:00 AM
Monday, February 13, 2006
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Bookmarks:
- Texas Gurl (The first blog I picked up reading, and I'm still hooked!)
- Callahan Photography (Why is this girl not world famous?)
- Nanabear
- The Last Ditch (My Hero. My Role Model. Whom I hope to become some day. Perpetuating my love of Canadians)
- Michelle (Unfortunately not Canadian, but from Seattle, and that's close enough to count as cool in my book)
- Shutterbug!
- Diva Cow Girl (refreshingly frank and honest)
- The Sweet Life Photography (Heidi, a hometown photography enthusiast)
- Boinkology.com (Actual intellectual (and often humorous) discourse on intercourse)
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