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Month: December 2014

December 3, 2014 by Dave Bonta

A faint shimmer of precipitation, and everything encased in a layer of ice as if the world’s been shrink-wrapped for overnight delivery.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags freezing rain, icestorm, rain 2 Comments
December 2, 2014 by Dave Bonta

A few lost snowflakes floating this way and that. A hunter walks up the road, his safety-orange vest printed with the shapes of leaves.

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December 1, 2014 by Dave Bonta

Warm and overcast. It’s the first day of deer season, and the silence seems charged. The sun appears for three seconds. A blue jay calls.

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