The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta December 30, 2013 3

As daylight gathers, the sky goes from white to gray. A train whistle trailed by its rumble of freight. The distant propellers of a plane.

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Year’s End
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Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)
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Loving your precise descriptions – so different from my Aussie December, and so beautifully expressed.
1. Dave Bonta
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  Thank you!

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