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A Mother Goose Rhyme, just in time for election day. Hark! Hark! The dogs do bark, The beggars are coming to town: Some in rags, Some in tags, And some in velvet gown. The Hungarian dog and the King and Queen in Tihany, Hungary.
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A swinging, singing witch? A flying witch? Or a laughing witch? Whichever witch you choose to be, today, or in life, have fun! AND HAPPY HALLOWEEN! Witches of Szentendres, Hungary, or perhaps variations of Baba Yaga, wise woman of Russian and Slavic folklore.
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To an adult, a cemetary is a serious thing, but to a child, it's another place that needs exploring. No prior knowledge, no expectations, no prejudices, a great way to live each day. Cemetary in Budapest, Hungary. Kid = Aden.
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Considering these grave markers, (are they discarded,or awaiting re-positioning, it's hard to say?) it might encourage one to seize the day, since once you have given up your body, you are really gone. Maybe not really dead as some suggest, but really gone. Ancient Cemetary outside of Budepest…
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It's funny, when you don't know the name of something, you pay close attention to it, to try to "identify" it, scrutinizing the little details that might help you. Once named, it's onto the next thing. This mystery bird turned out to be an American Oystercatcher – at least, that's my…
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Is this oak tree burdened by the spanish moss? If you really pay attention to your life, then you recognize that your burdens are connected to your joys. All you have to do is remember where the love is. And that gets easier and easier, when you realize that your…
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I'm just a duck, quit looking at me like I should be saying something clever. I'm just a duck. QUACK. One of many ducks around and in the pond at the South East Branch of the Library, one of five sites for Early Voting in St. Augustine.
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This is the day before he understood that you can eat the cone and get to the rest of the ice cream! Aden useing a spoon in Godollo, Hungary to scoop out the rest of the ice cream!
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Traveling with this little guy and his mom and grandparents, at that age where he is absorbing language like a sponge, and learning two languages at one time, it was little surprise when he could recognize the Hungarian word for "ice cream" and take you by the hand to the very attractive stands…
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This man was right next to our table at the very best restaurant in Tihany, Hungary. He was fine, really.
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