It felt like a black and white Friday.
It’s 57 Fahren here today, and I can barely contain myself.
If you see someone doing handsprings down the boulevard, you probably just had an Elen sighting.
Please don’t dial 911.
I’m having too much fun.
It’s a wing festival for date night tonight. Wings and craft beers. I swoon.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar beer tent in 3…2…1…
Elen
Elen Grey 
So glad it’s warming up for you! Maybe you can start working on that garden soon.
Love that photo—gorgeous!
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Thank you, Diana!
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Marvelous photo. I’m impressed–and more than a bit envious.
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Thank you, Daniel. I did like the way it turned out, especially those bits of straw.
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