A small band of clear sky in the west, persisting for over an hour, gives the woods and meadow a feverish glow. The sound of the wind.
The view from my front porch every morning, in 140 or fewer characters
A small band of clear sky in the west...
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Dave, I like your daily morning posts. Looking at the list of your sites makes me nervous! How do you have time? Just read the interview by Dana, nice.
Thanks, Julene – nice to know you’ve been reading.
How do have time? I have no life. That’s a big help right there. :)