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Sleeping beauties.*

 

*This looks sweet and it looks like they are a set of cuddly, can’t be separated twins, doesn’t it?  Well, I say, “Ha!”  This scene?  This scene is as rare as hen’s teeth.  64 more words

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Happiness is...

…bagpipes.  At least for two little girls, if you remember this post.  And the proof?  Well…take a look at the faces.

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I hate raw fish. The smell is disgusting. Of course, since losing most of my ability to smell, we've eaten a lot more fish at home.

And by “a lot more”, I mean once every three months instead of once every six months.  This statistic has actually increased since moving to Atyrau. 438 more words

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Fourth day in Atyrau. Very hot, and yet not quite hot enough to melt crayons when in the shade.

Our fourth day in Atyrau (two months ago).  It’s too hot and sunny to take my very pale, Scottish girls out into the mid-day sun, so I thought we’d pretend to be outside by colouring on the balcony/fire escape/housing for six-or-so air conditioning fans. 81 more words

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