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My son, who lives in Oakland, is singing the same song. He is trying to ride public transportation to work to save on gas prices and walks to a bus stop. He is waiting for the blue sky too.I hope this happens soon for both of you....
Want blue skies? Move to Oregon!* (*From the 4th of July to Labor Day, I mean. Then you'd have to move somewhere else.)
I hope you get blue skies soon. It has occurred to me, I do not spend enough time looking beyond the trees, where I like to look for birds. Tomorrow I will check on the color of my sky and keep an eye out for aerophants:)
I have to report that there's still no blue out there ... however, there's green like you wouldn't believe!
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