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A person who longs to leave the place where he lives is an unhappy person



I have had a terribly long day today, so I shall just leave you with this photo that I took this morning and a note that this here post is number 500 for this blog. I will be honest and admit that I didn't think that I'd get this far.

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Congrats on your 500th post! I enjoy your commentary and insight.
Mo said…
A truly beautiful scene for your 500th. Keep going. We look forward to the next 500.
EG CameraGirl said…
500 posts? Amazing! Congratulations for such a fine blog...and here's hoping you continue for a very long time. ;-)
Priyanka Khot said…
Wow! 500 posts....

thats a milestone...

congrats... and somehow at this point in time can relate to the heading of the post....:-)
bitingmidge said…
Clearly you get up much earlier than I do!

I too look forward to the next 500!

Cheers,
Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia
nobu said…
Nice photo!
Thanks for sharing.
The D in D & T said…
congrats on the 500!

this photo is so beautiful!
Anonymous said…
congrats on your 500th post. Actually this is the first one I read on your blog and exploring this site I found your titles very interesting:)
freefalling said…
Beautiful photo.
CrazyCow said…
Congrats on 500 posts. That is quite a feat.

Agree, one shouldn't have a longing to leave, but rather an desire to experience new things, while being content wherever you are.
Dina said…
With photos and places THIS beautiful, you're good for another 500 posts for sure. Mazal tov!
Kitty said…
lovely photo, bravo.
here's to the next 500!

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