Back on the stick, as they say
Tree-planting, and soon. Even in the city, the sound of those wretched 5:30 a.m. birds and the smell of diesel fumes makes me shudder a little inside. Sigh. Guess that's the end of my nice nails.
This is me, last year. I think it was on Turnour Island, population: 0, between way-north Vancouver Island and the mainland.
This is me, last year. I think it was on Turnour Island, population: 0, between way-north Vancouver Island and the mainland.
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