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December 17, 2005


Nice review and funny story, Anne. Those needles are a killer :)

Thanks! I still love Christmas trees, but am perfectly content to view them in OTHER people's homes.

Actually, we have one in our front yard. A previous owner planted a blue spruce or something and now it's approaching 30 feet tall.

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Anne Boles Levy

Literary Weed Whackers

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