The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta November 13, 2013 2

Cold, with a bitter wind. The juncos sound twice as cheerful as they did before the snow, twittering as they chase through the lilac.

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eugievitali
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i am in love with your work!
1. Dave Bonta
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  Thanks.

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