Tuesday, June 19, 2007

Today was and still is my father's birthday.

Here I was trying to give him something
in a scribute,
and look what he does:
gives me something I can use
and something I'll definitely have to grow into.

Happy Birthday to my dad, Jim Spooner.
I got you some windchimes for your new campsite.
They play Amazing Grace.
Or at least 6 notes of it anyway.

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