Wednesday, August 6, 2008

irish



I sat in the golf cart next to some casserole dishes we were borrowing from the monks so my mother could cook up a Filipino feast. My brother had ran off to his room--an area of the monastery to which I am not allowed to go. I got out of the cart and took pictures of the things while I waited. Thing that caught my eye, like this Irish flag brick that looked rather out of place next to an old building.

posted retrospectively,
with ♥, TiffanyAnne

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