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A rose sprinkled with fresh rain
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With One
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Striped Pacific Colors
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Pathway at dusk
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Southern tip of Mexico and the Pacific
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The Pacific
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Peurto Villarta at dusk
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A lightening storm in the south
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Deep in the Sierra Madre Jungle, left overs from Predator
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A galleon warship in the pacific
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It took crossing 15 rivers and 6 suspension bridges to find this tranquil water fall, deep in the jungle
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The Pinnacles, California
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Northern California sunset
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Pacific sunset in the north
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Pink clouds at night, sailors delight
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Gloomy yet fashionably nurtured by mother nature
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Atop Mount Agony
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Airforce 1 flying over my house
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Bear the puppy atop Mount Agony
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Daughter Jessica and I in the Bahamas
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Red Barn
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Horses on the range
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Is this what they mean by "Subliminal" Messageing?
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My baby April, at hanger 1 Moffet Field Naval Base
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The ONE & ONLY "Saying" found within ALL KNOWN sacred texts: The Golden Rule.
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Flying "High" over spain - Swanson/Bruno
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Do your politicians sometimes lead you to believe that someday we might just wake up and find our whitehouse, no longer there?
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Then again, I'm sure that there has been times when you just felt like picking the Whitehouse up and then slamming it back down into its place, only upside down. DO NOT WORRY - these are average, normal thoughts.
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I once lived in a Whitehouse, actually, it was called, "The Cloudhouse".
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Here, sniff this barrel.
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