
"Stuff is eaten by dogs, broken by family and friends, sanded down by the wind, frozen by the mountains, lost by the prairie, burnt off by the sun, washed away by the rain. So you are left with dogs, family, friends, sun, rain, wind, prairie and mountains. What more do you want?" Federico Calboli
Monday, December 18, 2006
Whale Vomit

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3 comments:
Sure that's not broccoli?
If it turns out to be real ambergris, I expect that lady is holding a lot of "cabbage."
Prairie Mary
That does it. I must find a way to use the word AMBERGRIS in a sentence.
Heidi, you just DID!
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