HARBOR, n. A place where ships taking shelter from storms are exposed to the fury of the customs.
2008 Update: A shelter from the stormy sea among landed sailors, hopeful pickpockets, unreliable merchants, confused tourists, carnival barkers and the laws of men.
Harbor: Usually a place of beautiful sights, smells and sounds - gulls crying, ships bobbing and old fish heads underfoot.
That Bean looks a bit more blizzardy than the Bean we observed...
Harbor: I harbor no ill feelings against these scoundrels you have mentioned. Perhaps dump a few of them into the harbor with cement wrappings around their legs.
BTW, I'm on Jim's Little Blog today in YouTube!
Brrr...looks cold! I harbor sadness at missing the weekend but none at missing the weather!
Harbor: a place to recover from seasickness
Those pics look like it was VERY HITONIOUSLY cold!!
That bean thing looks ultra keen, groovy, and mega cool!!
HARBOR, n. A place of joy, peace and relaxation. Commonly misspelled, except in Maine, where everybody knows there are two ahs in HAHBAH.
Harbor, what you can hardly wait to leave, and where you can hardly wait to arrive.
I love that bean photo.
Jamie, I enjoy your avatars so much. Keep rolling them, girl!
Hazard Analysis Report [from the] Bureau of Reclamation
grr, I wasn't finished!
See also: Why Hawaii's inter-island ferry hasn't left port.
Harbor (N) place in heart or soul,or both,that one keeps dreams alive...auto/reboot in times of stress/and,or/joy....Another beautiful day in my world,hope yours is fine, as well....Peace
That is a very cool looking bean.
Harbor: a place where sweets are made. As in Harbor Sweets, maker of sloops, clams and other seashaped chocolate creations.
Any port in a storm.
Harbor: What I do with resentment sometimes.
Sure, Terry, but usually also a place of funnel cakes. The bean looks more blizzardy than we observed it because your memory makes things warm, bless your heart.
Why, Adi, it's an honor to have a star of the smallest screen on my site. I'll check it out.
Sure, Jenn, like the palm trees are in bloom up Calgary way.
Jamie Dawn, that's the grooviest bean since Jack.
Amoeba, you're a first-class yank.
Ariel, that's the definition of the day.
Quilly, you'll make it I know you will.
Mine was grand, brother bear, peace.
Actonbell, fortunately, I don't think I know that song to be wormed.
Sauerkraut, I had no idea. Meow.
Hobbes, home is where you dock your boat, daddy said.
Aral, but you're a woman of the cloth almost!
harbour, where a sailor finally gets to move
unloading all those crates, of course!
Here is it where the drunks vomit into the sea, but sometimes it's pretty.
That second photograph looks like a large ugly diaphragm.
Of course, Minka. It's all about the packages.
Cooper, your imagination really is running away with you, isn't it?
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