tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30618809.post4976926975916802145..comments2007-06-19T07:23:30.913-07:00Catherine McCormack-Skibahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03707398699208090454noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30618809.post-62058924105610642512007-06-19T06:36:00.000-07:002007-06-19T06:36:00.000-07:00

In a a way that I am never comfortable admitting, I can easily imagine myself in Jack Purcells wandering into such a place after a hearty cup of coffee and wandering about in the White Light, really enjoying myself before hopping on my new bike and heading to the beach.

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