The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta October 7, 2015 2

Falling birch leaves whirl and tumble through shafts of sunlight. The sine wave of a squirrel crossing the road’s ancient macadam.

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barleybooks
9 years ago Permalink

Sine wave of a squirrel! Perfect!
1. Dave Bonta
  9 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks! Took me a while to come up with that.

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