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One of my sons found a bird's nest in a dark corner of the ground floor of the keep. The mother bird fled temporarily when she saw us so we got to see her eggs.
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Google Drive has spent the entire evening making me uninstall Backup & Sync in favor of the new Google Drive, which does not sync the same way or…
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