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 | Salamander's Lair | Sep 23, 2004 |
It could hardly be called a pond, the river had widen at a turning, blocked by a large tree whose roots had clung on stubbornly to the crumbling earth. It might very well be washed away in the next storm but now a quiet spot had formed in the shade of the tree. The water is not deep, only waist level if there had been anyone aound to measure. Smooth, brown pebbles appear larger at the bottom than their real size. A few small fishes darted to the surface, feasting on insects. Near the edge, a large flat stone lay almost submerged. It had been a formidable boulder at one one time but is now half buried in silt and covered with moss. Twigs and leaves have accumulated at one side, pushed there by the water current. The debris had been pushed aside to formed a small burrow, and in this little niche, there lived a pink salamander......   | Photos | Sep 29, 2004 |
|  | Blog | Oct 28, 2004 |
Once a upon a time, there lived a farmer who kept a field of goats. These were not your average kind of livestock, being both clever and crafty. But they produced good milk and are self-suficient, so the farmer did not mind their plotting much.... more | Guestbook | |
| |  | Recipes | Oct 28, 2004 |
What to do with the placenta after 3rd stage. Previous recipes: | | Aug 22 | - | ORS |
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