Monday, March 12, 2007

Good night, sweet prince,

And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

That said, don't get in a big lather. "Rest," in this case, is the literal use of the term, not the metaphorical. Still...

I never noticed how big my father's earlobes were until lately. Double click for the full effect.


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