10/19/2010

When the fog lifts, the sun makes its nest in the treetops. I sit with a newspaper folded on my knee, listening to a chipmunk’s metronome.

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  1. good morning, Dave. I was right there with you and it was wonderful. Thanks.


    1. Hi Peg! I’m about to walk down into the fog, I think.

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