The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta November 3, 2012 2

The sun glimmers through thin clouds, backlighting the green lilac and the sideways-blowing snow. The wail of a freight train on the wind.

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rr
12 years ago Permalink

I love 4 Nov 2009 but can’t comment on the entry itself. What a journey!
1. Dave Bonta
  12 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks. (I didn’t realize comments were closed on older posts — fixed.)

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