



I always end up looking back to my archives whenever I get new stuff developed. This was nearly a year ago but I remember that sunrise like it was yesterday's, and I'm pretty sure I always will. I feel lucky to have a near perfect photographic record of this day.
Spring has sprung. The loquats are waiting to pop with their juicy splendor. The last time I checked on them they were still green buds, but a lot happened to Austin in the 5 days I was in Rochester. I got home and there were full flower gardens all over my street. That's what you were hiding under those black tarps all winter, neighbor.
orgasmic pictures
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