The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta February 26, 2019 1

As the temperature climbs above freezing, the icy surface of the snowpack loses its sheen, clouding over like the eye of a dead fish.

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Susan Spivack
6 years ago Permalink

Yes, thanks! You live west of me here in Cobleskill, and often the weather conditions that rise into your morning posts arrive here later in the day.

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