The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta December 11, 2019 1

Fast-moving clouds make the illumination of the hillside as sudden and surprising as a magician’s trick. Fallen leaves turn over one by one.

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Susan Spivack
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yes! exactly. thanks
sue

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