As I sit here this evening in my lil home, I came across a picture of a river. Not just any river, but one just outside of Gatlinburg. It was may or june, and it was
freezing. I was with a very nice young lady that day. I still have the stones that I collected from the trip. Its always funny to me how the tiniest of things mean so much. Of course, the little things are never little, and never inconsequential. I just wanted to say thanks to her for the memories.
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(Anyone need a Dj from Florida in January?
