Last night one of my oldest friends came over for dinner with her family. Abi's long been a good friend, even though we actually make actual contact very rarely. She's one of those friends that time and distance don't effect -- I could talk to her about anything, and I trust her implicitly. She brought me a gift -- she hand-binds books and is really very good at it. It was one of those small gestures that mean more than I can describe. Here are a photo or two:
Friday, July 23, 2010
Hot days in Grass Valley
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