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Crafty, craft, craft…

I’m dreaming of a Christmas wreath…with all the mistletoe I want…

Phew! I’m glad I got out of the craft store alive AND with money still in my account!

Tonight, I will hang a Christmas wreath on my front door. But first, an evening walk.

Not a stroll. A walk. A brisk walk.

Swing those arms, Amy!

Turning the corner…THE corner. I wonder if I’ll see again? I wonder where he lives…

I wonder if he’s single?

Amy! Enough!

Thomas Wilson. Aka, Blue Eyes.

Keep walking.