Because once upon a time, my dad, watching some new lambs gambolling in the delight of their own existence in a Yorkshire field, flung his arms in the air, spun in a circle, and said, " I want to be a lamb forever".
Ideas spring forth like the first jump of a new lamb. They can land here.
R.I.P. Gerald Dale Erickson 1935 - 1989
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