Wednesday, July 20, 2016

On the tip of my tongue

Somehow special bricks from Hemingway's garden.
A six toed cat cleaning it's sixth toe.
A rather large model of Mount Everest at a Disney Park.
Some kind of holiday fatigue has set in whereby I have normal dumb and/or clever thoughts but they fail to stick in my head for any length of time. It's probably the heat pinging my thin bald head and just causing the thoughts and ideas to turn to steam, like rain drying on the pavement...this happens a lot round here and may well continue as I continue to fail to acclimatize. 

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