Drenched. And bathed.This motley crew of fruit washed up to shore. Found this small oasis. Ahh. Let us rest, feel the wash and tickle of the lower waves as they recede and return. Let's soak in the gentle sun.Lavender and light. Feel the breeze. Stay unplugged, logged out. Ahh, a cabana boy. "Could we get a beverage? "
Thursday, November 8, 2007
Blueberry Fruit Tart
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