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I fear those big words, Stephen said, which make us so unhappy.


Between you and I, I can't be bothered with work today. Already at the beginning of the day, and I am sick and tired of it. I'd much rather be at Seven Mile Beach, looking at the seagulls hovering and listening to the waves rolling in...

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Carola said…
Fantastic photo, I can listen to the the waves. Love those beaches.

Do you watch some Youtube? Here is a new video from us (it´s in german)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aHsCGFBe_4M

And Kris, don´t let the work suck you.
Roddy said…
Downside. You get there, and all you can think about is being back at work. Life is definitely strange.
Sue said…
Wotchoo talkin' 'bout, Roddy????
I would get there and NEVER think about being back at work!!!
Gorgeous pic, Kris! I am in lurve with Seven Mile Beach!!!!!
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, I did enjoy that video!
Kris McCracken said…
Roddy, I hate work.
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, it can get rough and ready when the swell is up!
Sue said…
I had a great reply... to your reply to my comment....but I thought better of it. It was R-rated... and I'm a lady!!!???
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, I of the opinion that a visit to Clifton Beach (not far from Seven Mile), is responsible for Henry.

I reckon getting knocked around by the waves knocked one of Jen's eggs loose...

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