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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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Debbie Courson Smith said…
Congrats on your 500th post! I enjoy your commentary and insight.
17 July 2008 at 23:13
Mo said…
A truly beautiful scene for your 500th. Keep going. We look forward to the next 500.
17 July 2008 at 23:55
EG CameraGirl said…
500 posts? Amazing! Congratulations for such a fine blog...and here's hoping you continue for a very long time. ;-)
18 July 2008 at 00:07
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....:-)
18 July 2008 at 02:41
bitingmidge said…
Clearly you get up much earlier than I do!

I too look forward to the next 500!

Cheers,
Sunshine Coast Daily - Australia
18 July 2008 at 09:50
nobu said…
Nice photo!
Thanks for sharing.
18 July 2008 at 10:47
The D in D & T said…
congrats on the 500!

this photo is so beautiful!
18 July 2008 at 11:22
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:)
18 July 2008 at 13:57
freefalling said…
Beautiful photo.
18 July 2008 at 18:07
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.
18 July 2008 at 18:41
Dina said…
With photos and places THIS beautiful, you're good for another 500 posts for sure. Mazal tov!
19 July 2008 at 20:22
Kitty said…
lovely photo, bravo.
here's to the next 500!
20 July 2008 at 00:18
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