Oblivious to all possibilities for metaphor the Bride and the COG watched the setting sun when the day was done.
Admittedly, the Bride had to step away from the COG briefly to snap this photo of him.
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"Thou still unravished bride of quietness"
"Thou still unravished bride of quietness"
Bride of Cranky Old Geezer
- The Bride
- The Bride lives with the Cranky Old Geezer in a rambling house, surrounded by marshes, somewhere North of Boston.
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- What's the difference between horses and logging?
- The Bride is a Saint and a Martyr
- Oblivious to Metaphor
- Views, Seafood, Views
- Stopping to Smell the Flowers
- Portland - a Quickie
- France's Loss, America's Gain
- Tragic Demise of Hyphens
- Bloggin' Blues
- All I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by
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