The Morning Porch

January 20, 2010 by Dave Bonta

Cold and clear at sunrise. Two ravens following the ridge croak in unison, their wings almost touching. A squirrel descends the springhouse.

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Dave Bonta

January 20, 2010 at 9:47 am

So this is at least the third MP post to begin with that sentence! Gads.

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