Day 88

Pat and I drove west to Pinnacle Ridge Winery, and when we walked back to the car with our wine, she saw this scene up on the ridge. A strong wind was blowing vines and clouds alike into similar shapes, while a bird appeared to be tacking into the wind.

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  1. guyz…tell yur mom N dad thiz post waz goin sew well; then de “b” werd waz menshuned ~~~~~

    🙂 ♥♥

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