The Morning Porch

February 11, 2013 by Dave Bonta

A cloud has settled in and delegated to the trees its responsibility to rain. Some restless animal gnaws on a beam under the house.

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Louise

February 11, 2013 at 12:36 pm

nice
Gordy

February 11, 2013 at 3:29 pm

I love “the Morning Porch” the words you send are very comforting & provoke good thoughts from past times in the outdoors!
Thanx kindly, Gordy
Dave Bonta

February 11, 2013 at 3:34 pm

Thanks, guys. Always good to know that someone’s reading.
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