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Photo.A.Day III

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Apples are lovely.  I don't know if any of you have ever had honey crisp apples, but if you get the chance, they're divine.  Most of them come the size of a child's head, and they're always perfect.  A good friend of mine released his band's first album a few weeks ago, and I'm jamming out to their music.  I remember a night a long time ago in the back seat of a car (get your head out of the gutter, it wasn't like that) listening to him sing "Jeni why don't you ever answer your phone" and hearing the ocean pound in the background.  Those were the nights.  Kudos to him for finally recording a full album and best of luck to them.

Thinking of people that have come and gone in my lifetime isn't always the easiest.  I have fond memories of everyone I've come to call friends or more, but nostalgia isn't always the easiest thing to feel.  Rose colored glasses aside, I don't dwell on the crappy things people do, and rather try to remember why we were close in the first place.  What about you?  Can you think back fondly, or is it easier to remain looking forward?

Today's picture.a.day was easy, as I stayed in bed for a good portion of my morning.

Your Bed (before you leave it)
I chose to take this one just as I was leaving my covers, the sheets still nice and toasty, beckoning me back.  Have a fantastic day, folks.





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