The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta January 31, 2013 2

Blowing snow plasters my boots, propped up on the railing. The creek is living in the past as usual, roaring with last night’s heavy rains.

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Dave at collinda
12 years ago Permalink

The creek is living in the past…

Outstanding!
1. Dave Bonta
  12 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks!

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