« Reply #54203 on: Apr 28, 2008, 04:37 PM »
He is definely like fine old wine -- getting better with age. 

Ho yes, I'm sure of that when I look at thoses pics...
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As the moon lingers a moment over the bitterroots, before its descent into the invisible, my mind is filled with song. I find I am humming softly, not to the music, but something else, some place else, a place remembered; a field of grass where no one seemed to have been except a deer, and the memory is strengthened by the feeling of you, dancing in my awkward arms.............