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“Jungle Life. We’re Living in the Open.”
“All alone, like Tarzan’s boy.” – Baltimora For years I’ve tried to lure Baltimore Orioles into my backyard. Not Gunnar Henderson or Jackson Holliday in some childish fanboy plot to become best friends. No, the actual orange and black birds, … Continue reading
sincerely, the 80's 