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Words do not express thoughts very well. They always become a little different immediately they are expressed, a little distorted, a little foolish.


Here is the little waterfall in the Japanese Garden that's located in the Royal Hobart Botanical Gardens.

Stricken by a dose of the flu [¿La temido gripe de cerdo Mexicana?, I am not sure], all I can do is lay in a congested pile of misery, plead with Henry to stop jumping on me, and dream of the Japanese Garden. It alone can deliver me peace.

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Babzy.B said…
Hope you will recover soon , beautiful photo :)
SH -ic said…
but we speak further and some say: i forgive
Sarah Lulu said…
Sending you healing prayers.

I didn't make it to the Botanical Gardens there, but next time I will.
EG CameraGirl said…
Lovely waterfall photo, Kris.

Words are always a bit distorted, I think. What you and I think a word means can be soooo different. We all carry around so much emotional baggage that can shift the meanings slightly or greatly. Even dictionaries can't sort it all out. Then place the words in sentences and it gets even more confusing. ;-)
Dina said…
Be well soon. Wish I could send you some hot cure-all chicken soup.
Baino said…
Oh no not the 'man'flu! I have a man here who's moaning and groaning without anyone jumping on him! Poor sausage. Get well soon!
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, I’m almost there now!
Kris McCracken said…
One Planet, hopefully!
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, it is a lovely stroll.
Kris McCracken said…
Your EG Tour Guide, plus words always change in meaning. I have noticed a reclamation of the word “queer” in its traditional sense in some of the newer kid’s books that we’ve been reading. Five years ago, it had been wholly interpreted as something else.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, I had squid instead!
Kris McCracken said…
Baino, I’ve just finished Primo Levi’s If This is a Man, so believe me, I’m keeping it in perspective!
Stylish and pure Leather Jackets.
Kris McCracken said…
Leather jacket spam? Well, I never!

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