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Some Where Still: August 2007
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007_08_01_archive.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
somewherestill.blogspot.com
Some Where Still: Taking Action
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007/08/taking-action.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
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Some Where Still: Requiem
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007/09/requiem.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
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Some Where Still: Some Where Still re-edit
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007/11/some-where-still-re-edit.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
somewherestill.blogspot.com
Some Where Still: November 2007
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007_11_01_archive.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
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Some Where Still: videos
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007/12/videos.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still. My eyes ….
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Some Where Still: From Joan's Garden
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007/05/from-joans-garden_30.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
somewherestill.blogspot.com
Some Where Still: Pot Plants?
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007/05/pot-plants.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
somewherestill.blogspot.com
Some Where Still: December 2007
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007_12_01_archive.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still.
somewherestill.blogspot.com
Some Where Still: May 2007
http://somewherestill.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html
Should I have moved? Am I making relevant work? Is this self-indulgent looking out on the field of cows? Should I be meeting more people? However, it is with such joy I watch my dogs chasing one another under the apple tree. It is with such thankfulness that I breathe clean air. I am no longer subjected to the deafening sounds of passing aeroplanes but just the gentle hammer of the woodpecker and the mighty call of the chickadee. To my friends I left in Australia, I am somewhere still. Sunday, May 6, 2007.
