MONDAY, FEBRUARY 4th, 2013
As all good things must come to an end
I bid farewell to the Three Wise Men.
They head back north early today
I give them Jazz Hands as they walk away.
I don't think they noticed.
Today's Jazz Hands are tired and have a mild case of the blahs. Out, brief light.
Day thirty-five complete.
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