Just inside the woods’ edge, three mushrooms weather the downpour, umbrellas for no one. The soaked bark of a maple turns patchy blue.

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  1. Dave:
    I just wanted to tell you again how much I look forward to reading your post every day. Methinks you have a rather rye sense of humor that shades on darkness at times, and that too is good. I love the suscinct quality. I have too many words and too much to say, which is why my blog is going nowhere fast. To do it the way I want could be very time consuming and demands a certain amount of self discipline that I have not gotten a grip on yet. But I did do my finally post several entries the other day and have two more ideas lined up to work on. You asked for a link when I got it started so here it is:


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