Slanders, sir; for the satirical rogue says here that old men have grey beards, that their faces are wrinkled, their eyes purging thick amber and plum-tree gum, and that they have a plentiful lack of wit, together with most weak hams; all which, sir, though I most powerfully and potently believe, yet I hold it not honesty to have it thus set down, for yourself, sir, shall grow old as I am, if like a crab you could go backward.

New Years Day. Cold, well by Okinawan standards, and windy outside. An opportunity to do very little indeed, which is probably the ultimate luxury. Here is a random visual record of the last few days.

Hermit crab in forest

Strange Fruit

Papillon

So be it

Ben

The World's Police

Make up

Slip sliding away

Fish without chips

Sea snake love

James er blows

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