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Friday February 08, 2019

Dave Bonta February 8, 2019

Last night’s torrential rain has given way to wind, sunlight shimmering on the flooded stream and the waxy leaves of mountain laurel.

Posted in Plummer's Hollow
Tagged mountain laurel, rain, stream, wind
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