A Ray of Sunshine
The sun pokes its weary head out over Arizona while we fly through the clouds.
Labels: Eliza, Off To Doolittleville
Labels: Eliza, Off To Doolittleville
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My name is Sam. I jam out with my clam out. Every day. Even the days when the clam is unshaven or just plain funky. There is no life without the clam.
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