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He entered the territory of lies without a passport for return.


Another day, another boat. Here we have an Royal Australian Navy patrol boat parked in front of the Silo apartments that I've featured a few times before.

I had my upper right molar removed yesterday. The extraction itself was fine, but by golly, trying to sleep with a mouth full of coagulating blood is a trick that I struggle with!

Merry Christmas indeed...

Comments

Roddy said…
They look like average size tugs to me. It would certainly be uncomfortable living on one for any length of time. The joys of being in the Royal Australian Navy.
Carola said…
Merry Christmas? Kris, do you have holidays now?
The Author said…
I love the photo and sympathies on the extraction. Ouch!
Tash said…
Ouch...ouch.
the gray yet not moody photo is really nice.
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, it is a baby.
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, three more days than I'm off for two weeks.
Kris McCracken said…
R.J., the extraction was fine, to be honest.
Kris McCracken said…
Tash, now I am missing a tooth!

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