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Cork Hill


Good evening,

Wow! Another month has bitten the dust. How have you all survived without hearing from me? I know, it's delusional on my part to think like this. If the truth be told I'm blogging into the silence.
Anyway, here's a picture of Cork Hill. Hope you like it.

Humble to the fiber of my being,

Brian




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