For too long the fence has retained it's old surface self - worn, torn and turning more gray with each passing day, which sounds so much like me. May 1-2 changed the way we'll perceive our fence for years to come.
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About Me
- Balldinger
- Ed Balldinger is a slave to the states of California and confusion. Some say they are the same state. He co-founded, writes, plays and vocalizes for a musical recording project called, the Mood Groove, which has produced 3 of the worst-selling CD’s of all time. He is inspired by the fine writings of all humans who have dared to write – both living and dead (though it’s more difficult, it appears, for the dead…) He owns a ranch with his beautiful wife in Montana and wishes he could stay there – all the time – for Montana is its own state of confusion.
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I've seen this fence and even in the dark of a lamp lit night, it is spectacular.
Nice blog. Keep writing, yes?
Thanks for joining my site.
Akeith Walters
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