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Juggling-in-a-sandbox parents of two tots all trapped in a flesh coloured maze on the plains of Leinster. Forever readjusting, some of us catching, some of us launching more and more spinning plates.. Never more than one bobo in elmoo land at the same time. We all share a common admiration for polka dots, pictures, music and words and this seems like the _ideal_ place to share. Feel free to share back.
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- Lockin#54 20:2020
- Lockin#53 Are You Going To Drop The Bomb Or Not?
- Lockin#52 At Least They're Shared
- Lockin#51 I Didn't Need These Things
- Lockin#50 Oh My Gosh
- Lockin#49 Hard To Fight What I Can't See
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- Lockin#46 The Constellations Reveal Themselves One...
- Lockin#45 Woo-woo-woo-woo-Woo-Woo
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- Lockin#41 It Feels Like Flying But Maybe We're Dying
- Lockin#40 And You Use My Feet
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- Lockin #38 In The Clouded Dream
- Lockin#37 I'm Reminded Of The Time It All Fell In ...
- Lockin#36 I Hear It Inside My Head All Day
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3 comments:
Jesus H. Christ! I've been meaning to get back to your email (all hunky dory over here btw) and this photo was in my head - though in my mental version we were looking out of a tent. Bloody hell. Trippenz.
What year was that? 93?
Yep. Summer of 1993 I believe. Pickup Truck Tours International. Dingle, Shannon, Galway. Good times.
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