Not much to say. I'm just starting out.
Close There is no air on his head, he fixes that, removes his cap and wipes his brow with it. A breeze across his crown brings a smile to his uncle; he too has bared his thinking tank. They both relax in the shadow of an ostrich who hasn’t seen them, yet.
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Night Visit (06/06/2008)
Traces of Her (11/05/2008)
Okay From the Waist Up (10/05/2008)
Feeling the Squeeze (10/05/2008)
What Do I Know? (07/05/2008)
Ghost Ship (06/05/2008)
It's Jack! No Doubt About It (04/05/2008)
Death of a Forest (02/05/2008)
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