The sun rises above a mass of cloud looming like the lost, real mountain for which this is a foothill. A wren pops out from under the porch.
Daily short takes from an Appalachian hollow
The sun rises above a mass of cloud looming like the lost, real mountain for which this is a foothill. A wren pops out from under the porch.
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heat. a few grey days and i had forgotten.
the sun looms above bleaching colour and tenderness from new plants.
galahs gossip from the seed dish.
blokes drink beer and talk tech under the porch.
http://crankymango.blogspot.com/2013/02/heat.html