This is the Touron Street.
And now,
we are the Tourons.
We always get something here.
Usually knives, for the boys,
including the grown-up ones.
We have several beautiful hides
we've bought here
and a carved wooden triple tiered plant table.
And don't forget the moccasins.
I'll be getting a few more items
to bring home.
Remember, I need more stuff
to replace stuff I lost during Irene.
Not.
Grizzly day.
That's gray and drizzly.
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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