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| While bicycle touring Sardinia we came across a house that had developed a remarkable symbiosis with a rock. The house's walls and roof were partially formed by an enormous unusual-shaped boulder. "Is this where Barney Rubble lives?" Sharon jested. I persuaded her to pose with her bike in Barney's front yard. "Think like Betty," I advised as I composed the shot. That's when I noticed a barely visible column of smoke lackadaisically curling from an aluminum flue. |
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