I had a great idea one night, after a few LARGE glasses of wine, I remembered a Gopher turtle, (yes, they are actually TORTISES) I had seen that evening cross a busy road among one of Ft. Lauderdales' busiest, and most deadly, roads barely escape the crushing tires of millions of cars on a local highway, as I wrote at length about the correlation between the narrow escape of the turtle, the slow plodding stuggle in life that mirrored my own, the pleasure of laying neck deep in mud...I realized I was drunk, and making no friggin sense at all, and I DELETED the whole thing except the title, now, I am SO GLAD I did! (Note to self the "No drink and dial" rule applies to BLOGGING too)
Adorable Cottagecore Tiny House Built by Hand
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She Built This Tiny Home From a Childhood Dream You know how some ideas
stick with you forever? That was the case for Rebecca. As a kid, she used
to sket...
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