In which the dishwasher is possessed, the birds are possessed while we say good night (or as Oscar insisted, bad morning) to the beach, and Eric does the dishes. If you would like any of these pictures full size let me know. And send me your pictures so I can make the sequel, Who went to the beach? Now that we are home it feels very quiet, very cold, and very dry. Next year in Jerusalem!
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