Jack's homemade cookies.
Ruth clowning with some old guy
That kissy face
It's funny. I see a treasure chest, Ruth sees a jar of pretzels. Priorities.
Embracing life, and whatever experiences it offers. Building the Daydream Hog Compound. The plans are congealing. The confluence of our energies is coalescing. The corned beef of our consciousness is careening. Any friend and family that does not have their key (I realize there are many of you, sorry), please shoot Old Macaroni Baby (Jack's DJ name) an email at livingstonebuilding@yahoo.com. Grazie.
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