Book quote: As they plowed on in the darkness, the uproar of the waterfront was drowned by the
creak of timber and cordage, by the dip and sweep of 52 huge oars, by the boom of the gong and the crack of the whips and the jangle of shackles and chains. On the open rowing deck below, slaves chained 5 to a bench bent over the looms. The shat and pissed where they sat, on sheepskins still sodden with the filth of the day before. Bors crammed tobacco up his nostrils and leaned against the rail. CD today Sarah McLachlin, Surfacing song, Angel
We saw this on the road. I said "get around that guy he makes me nervous!" Look at the size of the wheels on his little trailer.
A neat park in Dalhart, TX. A veterans memorial and a great potty stop for all! And a great gazebo!
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