tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773951083886676220.post4564531375816237245..comments2023-06-30T07:43:26.002-07:00Comments on Blythe Woolston: A Stranger Comes to Town...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10147284664183496856noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773951083886676220.post-47567362376870684852010-04-05T08:26:25.265-07:002010-04-05T08:26:25.265-07:00I really want to see turtles hatching. I fantasize...I really want to see turtles hatching. I fantasize about the arrabada (sp? is it different than the word for running the gauntlet?).Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10147284664183496856noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1773951083886676220.post-15939784894092625342010-04-02T07:01:13.422-07:002010-04-02T07:01:13.422-07:00There's a pencil factory a day's drive awa...There's a pencil factory a day's drive away from us and we keep wanting to go there. I wonder if they'd have new-fangled pencil pointers there?<br /><br />Someday I'll go to see exactly how they get the lead in pencils. Just like someday I'll get to watch a chick or turtle hatch out of an egg!Mary Witzlhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06458299046574564155noreply@blogger.com