Sands of time
I stopped at the beach between Surfside and Galveston. It was wonderful and chilly and sunny. The temperature was in the mid 60s and I was traipsing around in a short sleeved T-shirt.


Everyone seems to be jumping on the blog bandwagon so I thought I'd give it a go as well. Haven't really got a clue what I'm going to talk about, but that's never really stopped me from saying something, so . . .
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