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It was very foggy today at the Osprey nest, but Steve still made
several fish deliveries to Pia!
Photo taken September 2, 2014
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Steve’s a good man πŸ˜‰πŸ˜‡πŸ‘ΌπŸ™πŸ‘πŸ’ͺπŸ’ƒ

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A late season view from the Puffin Boulder Berm camera
Photo taken September 2, 2014
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A late season view from the Puffin Boulder Berm camera
Photo taken September 2, 2014
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Here’s Pia, waiting for another fish delivery from Steve.
Photo taken September 2, 2014
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Here’s Pia.  ROTFLLMAO.  I been calling myself Pia lately, but I thought it meant Pain in the Ass, not Steve’s sista!! Who knew

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Here’s Pia, waiting for another fish delivery from Steve.
Photo taken September 2, 2014
CamOp GeorgiaGolden

Here’s Pia. ROTFLLMAO. I been calling myself Pia lately, but I thought it meant Pain in the Ass, not Steve’s sista!! Who knew

worldwideexplorers:

The Intervat at Long Now on Flickr.

Ya bra
No human race is superior; no religious faith is inferior. All collective judgments are wrong. Only racists make them
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Elie Wiesel (via lickystickypickyshe)

A.M.E.N. , signed The Holy One of Isra-El, father of Abraham, Isaac, & Jacob AND RAHAB AND ESTHER motha fuckas!!!!

smartgirlsattheparty:

Smart Girls, how are you going to Treat Yo SelfΒ today?

I been tellin peeps that G*d is a big juicy black sista but they ain’t b listenin & shit

lickystickypickyshe:

I want to bitch slap my so called friends who insist I reacted too emotional and strong against their fucking racist talk.

I tell you, if it weren’t for this thin layer of civilization I have…..

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bublog:

BACK TO SCHOOL BUB


πŸ‰ one of those bitches came at me snarlin’ but I said, ho, u gots 2 go#hellsgoggles

bublog:

BACK TO SCHOOL BUB

πŸ‰ one of those bitches came at me snarlin’ but I said, ho, u gots 2 go
#hellsgoggles

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myinkstainedheart:

I have seen you, emerald eyes,
on a trip I made when I was young
and no more than three feet tall.
And I have heard you spoke to me
in the chords strung from a nursery song

at bedtime. I know you as I know
the number of steps up the Virgin;
Her kind eyes were carved from stone.
I know you as all the things I’ve known -
poems, prayers and home.

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